The woman whose pussy he was buried in was her world. Not just hers every glare from the staff burned with the same devotion. These weren't servants; they were family, forged in fire and loyalty.
'She built her empire differently,' he thought, the realization settling heavily. 'Not like Paige. Paige ruled through fear, through power, through calculated manipulation. Jennifer... she earned this loyalty through care. Through treating people like family.'
His mother's face flashed in his mind. The cold businesswoman who punished failure without mercy. Who destroyed careers on a whim. Who saw people as tools.
'Fucking bitch. You deserved this more than her,' he thought bitterly. 'I wonder why I even saved you.'
But then he looked back at Jennifer. At the woman who had challenged Paige without fully thinking it through.
Who had played dirty tricks because she thought it was all orchestrated by his mother. Who had let her pride and arrogance lead her into this trap.
