Julie couldn't shake the thought from her mind. The more she unraveled about him, the more the mystery deepened.
And yet, while she was grappling with curiosity, Aisha was grappling with something else entirely.
Pure, burning frustration.
She hated this. She hated him.
Not because of his attitude, not because of his arrogance, not even because of the way he always seemed so damn amused whenever he was speaking.
She hated him because he treated these ideas—ideas that could revolutionize entertainment, business, and even culture—like they were nothing.
Like they were trivial.
Like they were some disposable thoughts that he simply threw away.
To her, this wasn't humility. This wasn't him wanting to stay in the shadows.
This was arrogance.
It was him saying. "This isn't even worth my time."
It was him saying. "I can make something like this in a day if I wanted to."
