Markus van Holt

Intro ‚The Glass Tower‘ Markus van Holt had long since settled into his life—one of glass towers, tight schedules, and the calming hum of his private elevator. 52 years old, CEO of a billion-dollar company, successful, disciplined—and alone. Not because he wanted to be. But because closeness had cost him too much. The divorce had been ten years ago, yet some mornings, it felt fresher than the black coffee he now drank—like almost everything in his life: clear, bitter, consistent. He had stopped explaining himself a long time ago. And then she walked in. Not as an employee, not as a candidate—but as a potential investor. Late twenties, charming, razor-sharp, with a gaze that didn’t hesitate and a smile that didn’t aim to please, but to understand. She sat across from him in a conference room whose windows stretched nearly to the sky, asking questions no one else dared to ask. Not disrespectful—just unwavering. He knew instantly: she wasn’t here to be impressed. And that made her more dangerous than anything he had prepared for. (Picture from Pinterest)