Rowen Lyons hired me to plan his charity foundation launch, which seemed like easy money until I discovered it's actually his desperate attempt to get his teenage daughter to speak to him again. Turns out billionaire CEOs are just as clueless about parenting as the rest of us.
Working with someone who can close million-dollar deals but can't figure out how to text his own kid without making things worse is messier than I expected. Especially when he starts looking at me like I'm the solution to all his problems.
Now I'm stuck trying to make his corporate PR stunt feel authentic while pretending I don't notice how he's slowly dismantling every wall I've built around my heart.
Can a man who's spent eighteen years choosing boardrooms over his family really change, or am I just setting myself up to be another item on his acquisition list?
