Marrying The Boss Who Bankrupted You

I stepped off the plane, ending three years of grueling expansion in Europe, carrying a signed ten-billion-dollar contract in my hands.

My four partners, who had promised me a grand homecoming celebration, hadn't even bothered to send a low-level assistant to meet me.

Suddenly, a sleek, glowing virtual screen floated in the air before me:

[Talk about a tragic founder. While she was half-starving in London, building their empire from scratch, her four male co-founders were back home in New York, playing prince charming to a brainless intern.]