I Became A Trillionaire After Marrying A Lady Boss

CHAPTER HUNDRED & ONE

Grant Emerson stood in his office thousands of feet above the ground floor.

He liked to be up there, with the rain clouds stretched out before him like floating cotton soaked in dye. In the city, the sun rarely ever burned bright, which meant that the skies were almost always one viscous shade of blue or the other.

When he was there, standing so high up in the air, Grant felt like a god, like the people thousands of feet below him who looked to be the size of specks from such a great distance were just that: specks. It was a good feeling, this sense of divinity. It was all the more reason why he loathed Kayla and the Johns and the cunningness that ran in their blood like a taint. No other woman could have matched him like she had, move for move. For every inch he gained, he lost another. For every foothold he ceded to gain new ground, she claimed another. Grappling her was like grappling a chess grandmaster, like trying to take hold of a snake sliding in a barrel of butter.

He walked