Second Love [Completed]

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Xavier's P.O.V.

Today marks one year since I took over this position, and if I say so myself, I've done a damn fine job. A full year of navigating boardrooms, making deals, and proving I'm more than just my last name. I've built a strong reputation, surrounded myself with a killer team, and somehow avoided any major disasters—well, almost.

See, seven months ago, I made one tiny mistake. Barely a blip on the radar. But my father? He acted like I burned the company to the ground.

I sent legal papers to Susan Marie Joseph—yes, that Susan—to sue her. When I first saw the name, a fleeting thought crossed my mind—could it be her? My father's best friend's only daughter? But then I brushed it aside. Plenty of people share names, right?

Simple. She had been an employee, then poof, vanished without a trace. No resignation, no contact. Just gone.

Finding any trace of her was impossible. I searched for her permanent address, but every official record only pointed to her New York residence. The only person who knew anything was Adrian Johnson, our manager, since he was from the same town as her. Naturally, I wanted answers. A company doesn't run itself, and I don't tolerate loose ends.

And then—plot twist.

Turns out, the girl I was trying to sue was actually Uncle Joseph's only daughter.

I'd been floored. At first, I thought it was some clerical error. But no—when both my father and Uncle Joseph personally called me about it, I knew I had officially embarrassed myself into another dimension.

It was ridiculous. Of all the places in the world, why the hell was she working at my company? And then disappearing like Houdini? Who does that?

Of course, I immediately called my lawyer to kill the lawsuit before I became the idiot who sued the heiress. I apologized to Uncle Joseph, but surprisingly, he laughed it off, saying it was her own fault for not handling things properly. Apparently, she promised to send her resignation.

Lucky me. Crisis averted. Or so I thought.

And now, today, I'm visiting Uncle Joseph's estate with my parents.

Reclining in the backseat of our sleek Rolls-Royce, I half-listen as my mother and father chat about Susan—how much she's grown, how long it's been since they last saw her, how different she must be now. They speak as if she's some long-lost princess returning to reclaim her throne. My mother's voice is filled with nostalgia, my father's with curiosity, and me? I'm just trying not to roll my eyes at their exaggerated enthusiasm.

I glance outside as the car glides smoothly down the road, the city lights flickering across the tinted windows. I shift slightly, adjusting my cufflinks, wondering if this evening will be as predictable as I expect—or if Susan Marie Joseph might actually surprise me.

Matchmaking.

I suppress a sigh, watching the city lights blur past through the tinted windows. If I had a dollar for every time my parents casually brought up an eligible woman, I'd be even richer than I already am.