I may be less academically inclined than my little brother, who’s always reading ancient philosophers and studying the fucking Bible, but I’m a doer. A grafter. I’m no nepo baby, no matter what the press likes to say about me.

Construction suits me. It suits my attention span (short) and my energy levels (high). Every single day there’s a different fight to have, a different fire to put out, and when the toiling has ceased, you have a building at the end of it. A building that shelters humans, allows them to live and work and dream.

If that’s not job satisfaction, I don’t know what is.

My favourite workdays are those where I’m out of the office, walking our sites. Even with this dazzling bank of glass behind me, I get antsy pretty quickly staring at my monitor. Today has been a desk day, which is why I’m particularly intrigued by the next appointment in my diary.

My brother’s girlfriend and the new CEO of our foundation, Athena, has requested a meeting. Even if she’s most likely only here to charm me into handing over some land earmarked for Sullivan Construction so she can turn it into a fucking equestrian centre or public library, I’ll find it entertaining. First, she’s stupid levels of hot, and second, I’ve quickly learnt that any conversation with her is like a particularly strenuous game of squash—athletic and exhausting.

I’m sure today’s not the day she’ll disappoint on either front.

‘Ihave a proposition for you,’ Athena announces, running her hand over Mark’s head. He’s sitting to attention at her side as if she’s dangling a roast chicken leg in front of him. Clearly, even dogs aren’t immune to her charms. Once again, I’m half tickled, half pissed off that my holier-than-thou brother hired himself a full-service executive assistant. Tickled because I can’t believe he had the initiative, let alone the balls, and pissed off because the Angel Gabriel has landed his perfect girlfriend.

I bet he hasn’t had a boring day in the office since he met this bombshell.

And I’d put money on their workdays being just as ‘fruitful’ since she switched from being his fuck toy to the head of his philanthropic mission.

‘Of course you do.’

I bet she gets everything she asks for. It would be a stupid man who goes up against her fierce intellect and her total lack of fucks given. Still, I won’t roll over without a fight.

She licks her lips and leans forward, offering her palm to Mark, who proceeds to slobber all over it. I’m absolutely not expecting the next word out of her mouth.

‘Seraph.’

I grin, intrigued. ‘What about it?’