Chapter 9

The single unattached button at the top of the gray, sleek shirt exposed a great deal of muscular chest—Max's dedication at the gym was showing off. Not that he hated wearing his suit or loved showing off his muscular body all the time, but the plan before him made him sweat even though the air conditioner was below room temperature.

Max loved to make a statement. And he wanted his work to do the same.

He peered down at the design the company's architect had dropped on his desk a few minutes ago.

There was something he had to do to add the West signature. All over New York, his work was known for its uniqueness and sleek touch.

Most importantly, he knew the priority that particular construction carried. It was a proposal he had gotten from one of their biggest clients. Once again, he had beaten the "almighty" Kylian Kincaid in their little rivalry competition. And it had been the reason he dropped one of his credit cards the previous night, giving every worker at West Construction