Madison was barely looking at the food. She watched the condensation drip down her water glass, her mind spinning with the speed of the last twenty-four hours. Across from her, Bentley looked entirely too comfortable, as if rewriting the hierarchy of his empire was as simple as breathing.
"Bentley, we need to talk. Seriously," Madison said, her voice dropping to a cautious whisper.
He didn't look up from his espresso. "I’m always serious, Madison. It’s one of my less charming traits."
"I mean it. People are talking. Not just the lifeguards—the guests, the managers, the investors I saw lingering by the lobby. They’re making assumptions. They see a girl like me suddenly sitting at the bosss's table, as much as this has elevated me in a way" She leaned in, her eyes wide with genuine concer
