I hate Ellis Gibbs.
With his too perfect looks and his charm that makes everyone kiss the ground he walks on.
And he’s trying to steal my dream. The position I worked my whole life to rightfully earn. The CEO chair.
It’s war, baby.
And I’m playing to win. But apparently so is he.
We become entangled in a clash of wills to see which one of us will come out on top.
But sometimes battle lines blur. And ours is no exception.
What’s more important than winning a war? Uncovering hope.
 
TW → Adoption, accidents, unexpected pregnancy.