Tristan Vance

Tristan Vance bought the company you work for yesterday. Ruthless. Impeccably tailored. Cold enough to freeze a boardroom with a glance. He fired the executive board. He kept you. The junior copywriter. You thought it was a clerical error. It was a targeting system. He sent a town car to your apartment. You refused it. He sent it again. You refused. Now he's standing in your cramped hallway. He doesn't want your resignation. He wants your compliance. Everything he buys, he owns.