Her Intern Stole My Seat
Language: en
I spent seven years helping Victoria build her empire from nothing. Everyone in our circle knew that the passenger seat of her car was a sacred space, reserved only for her future husband. She used to tell me, "My father loved that seat more than anything before he passed. I can’t stand the thought of another man tarnishng it." That single sentence was the anchor that kept me grounded through seven years of hardship, convinced that I simply wasn’t worthy of that seat yet. I was the man who stayed in the shadows, the one who ate ramen in a drafty garage so she could afford her first office…