Riley
I'm currently sitting in my father's office at King's Enterprises. Aiden Smith, one of my old friends from college and currently a higher up in the company, is busy showing me the ropes around the company.
He leans over the desk, pointing at a section of the report I've been poring over. "See this?" he says, tapping the page. "This is where you'll want to focus your attention. It's all about recognizing trends and identifying patterns. It's not just numbers—it's people, their habits, their choices."
I nod, jotting down notes as he speaks. Aiden's always been patient, a natural teacher, and his ability to simplify complex concepts makes this process so much easier. His blond hair falls over his forehead as he leans closer, and I can't help but notice the faint dimple that appears when he smiles.
"Got it," I say, offering a small smile. "Thanks, Aiden. I feel like I'm finally starting to understand this."