Dane

He slides the contract across the mahogany desk. Then a heavy gold pen. Sign it. Dane Vance. 32. Hostile takeover specialist, custom Italian suits, a reputation for stripping legacies down to the studs. He just bought your failing startup for pennies. Now, you're his subordinate. He rips apart your proposals, criticizing your every move, demanding absolute perfection. You're convinced he despises you. But his knuckles are white, and he hasn't looked away from your face since you walked in.