Gerald's POV
I lifted the cologne bottle and misted it across my neck, letting the sharp scent settle into my skin. The fragrance mixed with the lingering traces of my aftershave, creating the signature blend that had become part of my armor. Setting the bottle down with precision, I caught my reflection in the mirror. Every detail was perfect - my suit tailored to fit like a second skin, cufflinks catching the light just right.
Only one thing left. My watch.
The case opened with a satisfying click that cut through the quiet of my penthouse. I slipped the timepiece over my wrist, feeling its familiar weight anchor me. This wasn't just jewelry - it was a symbol of everything I'd built, everything I controlled.
Tonight would determine the next phase of Spike Industries. Investors from around the globe had gathered to hear my vision, to decide whether they believed in what I was selling. Every gesture, every word had to be flawless.
