He had single-handedly steered the company, making every major decision and leading the Erickson Group toward new heights.
Over the years, his quiet dominance had already begun to eclipse the influence of their competitors.
Everyone in the industry could see Tyler's talent for what it was—undeniable.
Although Tyler was the Erickson family's only son and sole heir, his abilities alone rivaled the combined might of entire rival dynasties.
After a string of back-to-back meetings, Tyler finally sat in the leather chair behind his executive desk, rubbing his temples in quiet exhaustion.
Beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows of the CEO's office, the skyline of Alden City stretched beneath him.
The Erickson Building stood proudly at the very heart of downtown, the entire skyscraper owned by the Erickson Group. Traffic streamed endlessly along the highways below; this place was the kind of address people dreamed of.
On the polished hardwood desk, Tyler's phone buzzed.
He picked it up—it was a message from Vivienne.
Vivienne: Tyler, can I come over tonight and wait for you to get off work?
…
Across town, Vivienne sat in her studio's plush sofa, scrolling through trending topics online with a look of deep satisfaction.
"Nicely done," she said to the person on the other end of the line. "Keep applying pressure to Emilia. Push a few more stories into the spotlight. When we go live in a few days, the hype will launch me even higher."
After hanging up, Vivienne glanced at the woman standing nearby—her personal assistant.
"Is there something you want to say?" Vivienne asked, getting right to the point.
The assistant hesitated, clearly conflicted.
"Ms. Vivienne, are you sure about this?" she said quietly. "If there's a copyright issue, won't Donovan Entertainment come after you?"
Vivienne let out a dismissive laugh.
"Isn't ten million enough for them?"
"But still…" The assistant was obviously worried.
Vivienne barely looked up from her phone, waiting for Tyler's reply.
Which was why she had to keep Tyler close, no matter what.
The assistant couldn't make sense of it, but didn't dare ask further.
Vivienne's attention returned to her phone.
She scrolled through the barrage of comments attacking Emilia online.
One in particular made her laugh out loud: "Emilia's twenty-five years can't hold a candle to Vivienne's twenty-five seconds."
"So much for being impressive," Vivienne sneered. "Emilia, you're really nothing special."
Just then, her phone vibrated again—a new message popped up.
Vivienne glanced at it, and her expression instantly darkened.
The message read:
[We found out why Emilia went to the hospital. She's been pregnant for over a month.]
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