Married To The Billionaire President
tled with its usual frenetic energy. The late afternoon sun bathed the skyscrapers in a golden hue, casting long shadows that stret
esk — 4:55 PM. In five minutes, h
r, striding in with a grave expression on his usually jovial face. He was dressed im
tinged with concern. "They'r
g that could determine the future of Sinclair & Associates, the prestigious law firm her grandfather
e battle ahead. "Let's go," she said, her voice
ciates building, where a delegation from Sterling Enterprises awaited them. Among them was Alexan
an aura of authority that demanded attention. His tailored charcoal suit accentuated his broad shou
ted him with a firm handshake, thoug
lied smoothly, his voice reso
for his strategic brilliance and ruthless pragmatism in business dealings. Rumors swirled around hi
& Associates was handling. Emma defended their firm's stance with unwavering resolve, countering every argument wi
ith a proposal that stunned everyone in
voice cutting through the escalating discord. "
h her father, who nodded imperce
ing Enterprises," Alexander continued, his gaze piercin
r him to outline his terms. She knew this wa
tated, his words measured. "A marriage of convenience,
the air. Emma felt a rush of conflicting emotions — disbelief, ind
t Sinclair echoed,
"It's a mutually beneficial arrangement," he explained calmly. "It will quell the ru
y shield Sinclair & Associates from the storm brewing in the media, but at what cost? She prided
s gaze never leaving Emma's. "But I assure you, it's a str
her response. She knew this decision could alter the cours
, Emma squared her shoulders an
voice steady despite the
nd to Alexander Sterling in a contract that would challenge e