KING OF EMPIRE

CHAPTER SIX

KAI YOUNG'S POV

I leveled a cool stare at the man sitting across from me.
After yesterday’s CEO bombshell and my unsettling interaction with
Isabella, I’d hoped for a smooth day at work, but those hopes spiraled down
the drain the minute Tobias Foster showed up unannounced.
He wore a shiny new Zegna suit, an even shinier Rolex, and a smug
smirk as he inspected his surroundings.
“Nice office,” he said. “Very fitting for a Young.”
He didn’t say it, but I could read between the lines.
I earned my office; you were born into yours.
Which was complete bull. I may be a Young, but I’d worked my way up
from the bottom like every other employee.
“I’m sure yours is equally nice.” I gave him a cordial smile and glanced
at my watch. He’d catch the movement; hopefully, he would take a hint as
well. “What can I do for you, Tobias?”
He was the head of the Young Corporation’s Europe division and my
biggest competition for CEO, so I’d made an exception to my nounscheduled-meetings
rule and invited him into my office.
I already regretted it.
Tobias was the worst sort of employee—good at his job but so crass and
irritating I wished he weren’t so we could fire him. I appreciated his competence, but he was one step away from sticking his foot so far down
his mouth even the world’s most talented surgeon couldn’t retrieve it.
“I just wanted to drop by and say hi. Pay my respects.” Tobias fiddled
with the crystal paperweight on my desk. “I’m in town for a bunch of
meetings. I’m sure you know about them. The Europe division is expanding
so fast, and Richard invited me to dinner at Peter Luger.” His laugh grated
through the air.
Richard Chu was the Young Corporation’s longest-serving board member
and a dinosaur when it came to innovation. We’d butted heads multiple
times over the future of the company, but no matter how much power he
thought he wielded, he was only one vote out of many.
“I’m not surprised. Richard does enjoy a certain type of company.” The
type that’ll kiss his ass like it’s made of gold. Tobias’s smile slipped.
“Perhaps you should get going. Traffic can be quite brutal at this time of
day. Would you like me to call a car for you?”
My hand hovered over the phone in a clear dismissal.
“No need.” He released the paperweight and pinned with me a hard stare,
all traces of fake deference gone. “I’m used to doing things for myself. But
life must be a lot easier for you, huh? All you have to do is not fuck up for
the next four months and the CEO role is yours.”
I didn’t take the bait. Tobias could talk shit all he wanted, but I was damn
good at my job and we both knew it.
“I haven’t fucked up in over thirty years,” I said pleasantly. “I don’t plan
on starting now.”
His phony affability slid back into place like a curtain falling over a
window. “True, but there’s a first time for everything.” He stood, his smile
oilier than a fast-food kitchen. “See you at the exec retreat in a few weeks.
And Kai? May the best man win.”
I returned his smile with an indifferent one of my own. Lucky for me, I
always won.
After Tobias left, I reviewed the last quarter’s financial reports for the
second time. Print revenue down eleven percent, online revenue up nine
point two percent. Not great, but it was better than the other divisions, and it
would’ve been worse had I not doubled down on the shift to digital despite
the board’s protests.
A sharp ring tore my attention away from the reports I groaned when I saw the caller ID. My mother only interrupted my
office hours to share urgent or unpleasant news.
“I have excellent news.” As usual, she cut straight to the chase when I
picked up. “Clarissa is moving to New York.”
I flipped through my mental Rolodex. “Clarissa…”
“Teo.” The clack of heels against marble emphasized her impatience.
“You grew up with her. How could you forget?”
Clarissa Teo.
A vague impression of pink tulle and braces passed in front of my mind’s
eye. I suppressed another groan. “She’s five years younger than me, Mother.
Growing up with her isn’t quite accurate.”
The Teos owned one of the biggest retail chains in the UK. My mother
was best friends with Philippa Teo, and our family mansions stood side by
side in London’s posh Kensington Palace Gardens.
“You were neighbors and attended the same social functions,” my mother
said. “It counts in my book. Regardless, aren’t you thrilled she’s moving to
Manhattan?”
“Hmm.” My noncommittal answer contained all the enthusiasm of a
defendant sitting trial.
Despite our families’ closeness, I barely knew Clarissa. I hadn’t been
interested in hanging out with a girl five years my junior as a kid, and an
ocean separated us when we were both adults—I’d studied at Cambridge
for my master’s while she’d attended Harvard. By the time she returned to
London, I’d already moved to New York.
We certainly weren’t close enough for me to feel any type of way over
her comings and goings.
“She doesn’t know many people in New York,” my mother said with the
subtlety of a thousand neon sparklers spelling ask her out at night. “You
should show her around. The Valhalla Club’s fall gala is coming up. She
would make a lovely date.”
A sigh traveled up my throat to the tip of my tongue before I swallowed
it. “I’m happy to take her out to lunch one day, but I haven’t decided
whether I’m bringing a date to the gala yet.”
“You are a Young.” My mother’s voice grew stern. “Not only that, you
could become CEO of the world’s biggest media company in four months.
I’ve let you have your fun, but you need to settle down soon. The board
does not look favorably on people with unsettled home lives.”
“Didn’t one of the board members find his wife in bed with the gardener?
A married home life sounds more unsettled than an unmarried one.”
“Kai.”
I rubbed a hand over my mouth, wondering how my smooth, easy day
had devolved into this. First Tobias, now my mother. It was like the
universe was conspiring against me.
“I’m not asking you to propose, though it certainly wouldn’t hurt,” my
mother said. “Clarissa is beautiful, well-educated, well-mannered, and
cultured. She would make a wonderful wife.”
“This isn’t a dating app. You don’t need to list her qualities,” I said dryly.
“Like I said, I promise I’ll meet up with her at least once.”
After a few more reassurances, I hung up.
A headache throbbed behind my temple. My mother gave me the illusion
of choice, but she expected me to marry Clarissa one day. Everyone did. If
not Clarissa, then someone exactly like her with the proper lineage,
education, and upbringing.
I’d dated multiple women like that. They were pleasant enough, but there
was always something missing.
Another image flashed through my mind, this time of purple-black hair
and sparkling eyes and a husky, irrepressible laugh.
My shoulders tightened. I pushed the image out of my mind and tried to
refocus on work, but glints of purple kept resurfacing until I slammed my
folder shut and stood.
Perhaps my mother was right. I should take Clarissa to the fall gala. Just
because my previous girlfriends hadn’t worked out didn’t mean a similar
relationship wouldn’t work out in the future.
I was destined to marry someone like Clarissa Teo.
Not anyone else.
“Who the hell pissed you off today?” Dante rubbed his jaw. “You were
throwing punches at me like I was Victor fucking Black.”
“Can’t handle it?” I quipped, sidestepping his question. I ignored the
mention of a rival media group’s smarmy CEO. “If marriage made you so soft let me know and I’ll find a new partner.”
His glare could’ve melted the marble columns lining the hallway I suppressed a smile. Riling him up was even more therapeutic than our
weekly boxing matches. I just wish he didn’t make it so easy. One semicritical
mention of his wife or marriage and he reverted right back to his
scowling, pre-Vivian self.
We typically boxed on Thursdays, but I’d convinced him to move our
standing appointment up given yesterday’s CEO vote bombshell.
“Be my guest. I’d much rather spend my evenings with Viv anyway.” A
short pause. “And I’m not fucking soft. We ended in a tie.”
We usually did. It galled my competitive side to no end, but it was also
why I enjoyed sparring with Dante so much. It was a challenge in a world
filled with easy wins.
“Honeymoon stage is still going strong then?” I asked.
Dante and Vivian had recently returned from their actual honeymoon in
Greece. The Dante I’d known for the better part of a decade would’ve never
taken two weeks off from work, but his wife had accomplished the
impossible. She’d transformed him into an actual human being with a life
outside the office.
His face softened. “Don’t think it’ll ever end,” he said with surprising
frankness. “Speaking of which, what are you going to do about Clarissa?”
I’d told him about the CEO vote and my mother’s call earlier. As
expected, Dante had displayed the sympathy of a chipped boulder, but he
never missed an opportunity to hound me about my mother’s determination
to marry me off.
“Take her out like I promised. Who knows?” I stopped at the entrance to
the bar. “She could be the one. This time next month, we could be double
dating and wearing matching couples’ outfits in Times Square.”
Dante grimaced. “I’d rather cut off my arm and feed it through a
grinder.”
I swallowed my laughter. “If you say so.” If I convinced Vivian, she
could get him to yodel naked on the corner of Broadway and Forty-Second
Street. Luckily for him, I also found the idea of couples’ outfits and visiting
Times Square abhorrent.
We usually grabbed a drink together after our boxing matches, but he
excused himself tonight for a date with his wife, so I entered the bar alone.
I wove through the room, instinctively searching for a glimpse of
dimples and violet, but I only saw Isabella’s blond friend and another
bartender with red curls I settled at an empty stool and ordered my usual scotch, neat, from the
blond. Teresa? Teagan? Tessa. That was her name.
“Here you go!” she chirped, setting the drink in front of me.
“Thank you.” I took a casual sip. “Busy night. Is anyone else working
today?”
“Nope. We never have more than two people working the same shift.”
Tessa’s brows rose. “Are you looking for someone in particular?”
I shook my head. “Just asking.”
Luckily, another customer soon diverted her attention, and she didn’t
press further.
I finished my scotch and spent the next half hour engaging in the
obligatory networking and information gathering—there was nothing like a
little alcohol to loosen people’s tongues, which was why I had a strict threedrink
limit in public—but I couldn’t focus. My thoughts kept straying to a
certain room on the second floor.
Not because of Isabella, obviously. I was simply bothered by how she’d
outperformed me, and I couldn’t rest until I’d perfected the piece.
I lasted another ten minutes in the bar before I couldn’t take it anymore. I
excused myself from a conversation with the CEO of a private equity firm,
slipped out the side entrance, and took the stairs to the second floor.
Unlike yesterday, no music leaked into the hall. A brush of what felt
perilously close to disappointment skimmed my skin until I shook it off.
I reached for the door right as it swung open.
Something—someone—small and soft slammed into me, and I
instinctively reached an arm around her waist to steady her.
I looked down, the scent of rose and vanilla clouding my senses before
my brain registered who was in my arms.
Silky dark hair. Tanned skin. Huge brown eyes that melded to mine with
surprise and something else that sent an alarming rush of heat through my
blood.
Isabella.

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