Eight Years His Girlfriend, Thirty Days His Downfall - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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Six months later, I stood in the floor-to-ceiling windows of my new corner office, watching the bustling city spread out beneath me. The gleaming nameplate on my desk read "Rowan Sylver, CEO, Vixen Industries."
My success at Greaves Capital had been the launching pad I needed. After the Hale Dynamics deal, investors lined up at my door. When I pitched my vision for a luxury fashion conglomerate, the funding materialized faster than I'd ever imagined.
"Ma'am, the samples from Milan just arrived," Sarah announced, walking in with her usual efficiency. She'd been the first person I called when I decided to leave Greaves. Eight years of watching me navigate corporate politics had prepared her for this leap into entrepreneurship.
"Finally," I said, turning from the window. "How do they look?"
"Absolutely stunning. The craftsmanship is extraordinary. Our fashion show next week is going to blow everyone away."
I nodded, feeling the familiar pre-show adrenaline starting to build. This wasn't just any fashion show—it was Vixen Industries' grand debut, our chance to announce ourselves to the luxury fashion world. Everything had to be perfect.
"What about Mr. Williams? Is he confirmed for the accessories?"
Sarah's expression tightened slightly. "He's... being difficult about the timeline. Says he needs another week."
"Another week?" I felt my jaw clench. "We launch in seven days. There is no other week."
My phone buzzed with an incoming call. Dad. I hesitated for a moment before answering. We hadn't spoken much since I'd left Greaves—my eight-year relationship with Callan had kept me distant from family, and old habits died hard.
"Hi, Dad."
"Rowan! I saw the preview coverage of your fashion show. The industry's buzzing about it."
"Thanks." I settled back in my chair, genuinely pleased to hear from him. "Though I'll be happier when it's actually over and successful."
"You know, with your talent and this kind of visibility, there's always a place for you at RJ Group. We could really use someone with your vision."
"I appreciate that, Dad, but I'm exactly where I need to be. Especially with this launch happening."
"Of course, of course. I'm proud of what you've built." He paused. "Though your mother keeps asking when you're going to bring someone home. You work too much, Rowan."
I rolled my eyes, scanning the stack of vendor contracts on my desk. "Dad, please. I'm launching a fashion show in seven days and fighting with suppliers. Romance is not on my priority list."
"I know, I know. It's just... you're thirty-two, and after that whole mess with Callan—"
"What, you want to arrange something for me?" I said sarcastically, not really paying attention as I flipped through fabric samples. "Fine, whatever. You handle it. I'm too busy to date anyway."
Dad chuckled. "Don't tempt me. The RJ Group has some very eligible business partners."
"Mmhmm," I murmured absently, now focused on a particularly striking silk pattern. "Sarah!" I called out. "Can you call Mr. Williams again? Tell him if he doesn't deliver on time, we'll find someone who will."
"Rowan, are you even listening to me?"
"Sorry, Dad. Pre-show chaos. Can we catch up after next week when I'm not losing my mind over logistics?"
"Of course. Break a leg with the show, sweetheart."
"Thanks. Love you."
I hung up and immediately dove back into crisis management. Sarah appeared with her phone already dialing.
"Mr. Williams is on line two," she said. "And Paul wants to confirm the final lighting setup."
"Tell Paul yes to the dramatic spots on the finale pieces. And put Williams through."
As I took the call, arguing with a stubborn supplier about delivery schedules, my phone showed another incoming call from an unknown number. I let it go to voicemail—whatever it was could wait until after we'd successfully launched Vixen Industries into the fashion world.
Outside my window, storm clouds were gathering, but I was too focused on the controlled chaos of my upcoming show to pay them any attention. In a week, everything would change—though not in the way I expected.
My success at Greaves Capital had been the launching pad I needed. After the Hale Dynamics deal, investors lined up at my door. When I pitched my vision for a luxury fashion conglomerate, the funding materialized faster than I'd ever imagined.
"Ma'am, the samples from Milan just arrived," Sarah announced, walking in with her usual efficiency. She'd been the first person I called when I decided to leave Greaves. Eight years of watching me navigate corporate politics had prepared her for this leap into entrepreneurship.
"Finally," I said, turning from the window. "How do they look?"
"Absolutely stunning. The craftsmanship is extraordinary. Our fashion show next week is going to blow everyone away."
I nodded, feeling the familiar pre-show adrenaline starting to build. This wasn't just any fashion show—it was Vixen Industries' grand debut, our chance to announce ourselves to the luxury fashion world. Everything had to be perfect.
"What about Mr. Williams? Is he confirmed for the accessories?"
Sarah's expression tightened slightly. "He's... being difficult about the timeline. Says he needs another week."
"Another week?" I felt my jaw clench. "We launch in seven days. There is no other week."
My phone buzzed with an incoming call. Dad. I hesitated for a moment before answering. We hadn't spoken much since I'd left Greaves—my eight-year relationship with Callan had kept me distant from family, and old habits died hard.
"Hi, Dad."
"Rowan! I saw the preview coverage of your fashion show. The industry's buzzing about it."
"Thanks." I settled back in my chair, genuinely pleased to hear from him. "Though I'll be happier when it's actually over and successful."
"You know, with your talent and this kind of visibility, there's always a place for you at RJ Group. We could really use someone with your vision."
"I appreciate that, Dad, but I'm exactly where I need to be. Especially with this launch happening."
"Of course, of course. I'm proud of what you've built." He paused. "Though your mother keeps asking when you're going to bring someone home. You work too much, Rowan."
I rolled my eyes, scanning the stack of vendor contracts on my desk. "Dad, please. I'm launching a fashion show in seven days and fighting with suppliers. Romance is not on my priority list."
"I know, I know. It's just... you're thirty-two, and after that whole mess with Callan—"
"What, you want to arrange something for me?" I said sarcastically, not really paying attention as I flipped through fabric samples. "Fine, whatever. You handle it. I'm too busy to date anyway."
Dad chuckled. "Don't tempt me. The RJ Group has some very eligible business partners."
"Mmhmm," I murmured absently, now focused on a particularly striking silk pattern. "Sarah!" I called out. "Can you call Mr. Williams again? Tell him if he doesn't deliver on time, we'll find someone who will."
"Rowan, are you even listening to me?"
"Sorry, Dad. Pre-show chaos. Can we catch up after next week when I'm not losing my mind over logistics?"
"Of course. Break a leg with the show, sweetheart."
"Thanks. Love you."
I hung up and immediately dove back into crisis management. Sarah appeared with her phone already dialing.
"Mr. Williams is on line two," she said. "And Paul wants to confirm the final lighting setup."
"Tell Paul yes to the dramatic spots on the finale pieces. And put Williams through."
As I took the call, arguing with a stubborn supplier about delivery schedules, my phone showed another incoming call from an unknown number. I let it go to voicemail—whatever it was could wait until after we'd successfully launched Vixen Industries into the fashion world.
Outside my window, storm clouds were gathering, but I was too focused on the controlled chaos of my upcoming show to pay them any attention. In a week, everything would change—though not in the way I expected.
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