He adjusted his glasses. "The compensation will match or exceed your current package. If you are willing, you can start immediately as a Vice President. Mr. Gilbert believes that even if you parachute in, your capabilities will silence any doubters."
Summer clutched the document, her eyes widening in triumph.
She completely missed the fact that the offer was for a business executive.
Not a socialite bride.
Summer Simmons drank in the praise like champagne, her ego swelling with every honeyed word. In her mind, Mr. Gilbert was already on his knees, desperate to claim her for the Gilbert dynasty.
I went cold.
The day I'd cut ties with the Simmons family, I hadn't just contacted the Gilbert Group. I'd notified every major partner of my departure.
Their response had been unanimous: *We follow you, Ms. Simmons. Wherever you go.*
Headhunters had descended like vultures—double salaries, triple, corner offices with skyline views. I'd turned them all down. My sights were set on one target.
Colin Gilbert.
I'd approached him directly. Told him I wanted in on his empire.
He'd agreed without hesitation. Said he'd send an assistant to handle the transition.
This man must be him.