Downtrodden. Side stepped.
That's how we end up in this world, isn't it?
I'm just the assistant. The woman. Not man enough to stand up and be counted.
But they don't know me, the real me, the one hidden in the depths.
I might be the personable face of the company, the smiling one at the charity events, but there are skeletons in my cupboard and ghosts that follow me around.
She's smart, sexy, powerful.
I can see it. Even if they can't, or won't, acknowledge it.
She doesn't know the depths of our families' connections yet. But I want her, and I'm willing to go to any lengths to get her.
But will she stand by me when she knows the truth of who I am, and the darkness I carry? When the ghosts of our pasts catch up with us.