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Chapter 1 A Sweet Dessert
A high-level meeting was in full swing at the Emperor Hotel’s Manhattan headquarters. The long conference table was filled with well-dressed executives—suits, leather shoes, and silent tension. But every pair of eyes in the room was fixated on one man.
Sebastian Graves.
The billionaire CEO sat at the head of the table, back straight, broad shoulders relaxed, flipping through a file in his hand with a cold, distant expression. He didn’t spare a single glance at the man giving the presentation, who was nervously rambling at the front of the room.
But his patience was running on fumes.
For the tenth time in less than an hour, he glanced down at his watch. A flicker of agitation crossed his jawline as he clenched it tight. His gaze returned to the file, then without a word, he rose to his feet.
With a loud scrape of the chair, he rose abruptly, the sound echoing in the silent room. The sudden movement sent a jolt through the attendees, several of them stiffening in their seats.The presenter stumbled mid-sentence, his voice cracking under the pressure.
“Is… is something wrong, Mr. Graves?” he stammered, his face paling.
Sebastian didn’t respond.
He simply turned and walked out.
The room was dead silent as the heavy door clicked shut behind him. His strides were purposeful, fast. The moment he reached the reception, he didn’t stop walking—just threw out a clipped command over his shoulder.
“Tell Leon to come to my office. Now.”
The receptionist, a sharp-featured woman with sleek chestnut hair pulled into a tight bun and striking green eyes, jumped to her feet. “Yes, sir!” she called, already grabbing her phone to track Leon down.
Inside the boardroom, tension exploded as the doors closed behind Sebastian. Leon had just arrived after hearing the commotion. He was tall and lean, with sharp cheekbones and dark hair neatly combed back. His piercing gray eyes scanned the room.
“What happened?” he asked one of the men.
One of the senior managers shook his head. “We don’t know. Mr. Graves just walked out without a word.”
“What about the clients from Russia?” Leon tensed. “Were they in the meeting?”
“No. They had already finalized the deal and left. We were just listing down important details for the project when Mr. Graves walked out abruptly.”
A woman whispered, “Did we mess up? Mr. Graves never walks out of a meeting like that…”
Leon’s brow furrowed, concern shadowing his face. For his boss to leave like that, something serious had to be wrong. He didn’t waste another breath before heading straight for the CEO’s office.
He didn’t have to go far. The receptionist met him halfway down the hall. “Mr. Graves is asking for you. It sounded urgent.”
Leon’s face turned serious. “Got it.” He nodded and walked briskly to the office.
He knocked. A second later, Sebastian’s deep voice came from inside.
“Come in.”
Leon entered to find Sebastian standing near his desk, already slipping on his watch with one hand and reaching for his car keys with the other. His expression was composed but there was something else beneath the surface. Restlessness. Excitement.
“Go to Bellamy’s,” Sebastian said without glancing up. “Get their red velvet cake with cream cheese, fresh orange juice, and the continental breakfast combo from the Park Avenue branch.”
Leon blinked. “Cake? But you don’t eat sweets, sir.”
Sebastian finally looked at him, and for a split second, his usual steel-hard expression softened into something almost… dreamy.
“It’s not for me,” he murmured, barely hiding the smirk tugging at his lips.
Leon stared at him, stunned. In ten years of working for the man, he’d never seen that look on his face—not once.
