My office rival thinks she's ruined me. She has no idea she just handed me a crown.

I'm Mina Alvarez: plus-size brand strategist, spreadsheet witch, and the primary target of Brielle Hart's mean-girl energy. When Brielle "helps" my love life by signing me up for the Fever dating app, I know it's a trap. I expected a disaster. I didn't expect Kane.

Kane is a soulful wreck in wrinkled henleys who says he's broke, grieving, and just needs a night of company. We talk until the streetlights blink off. Then, we spend the night doing something catastrophically smart and undeniably addictive.

Monday, 9:00 a.m.: Emergency All-Hands Meeting.

Monday, 9:01 a.m.: My life implodes.

Kane walks onstage in a suit that costs more than my college tuition. He isn't a "broke sweetheart." He's Prince Konstantin Markov-billionaire investor, heir to a sovereign wealth fund, and the new owner of our failing division.

He came here to shut us down. Now, he's looking at me from across the boardroom like I'm the only asset worth saving. He says he lied because he wanted to be loved for the man, not the money. I say he's a liar who just professionalized our heartbreak.

He wants to "evaluate the business case" for us. I want to survive the 30-day viability war room without falling for the prince who broke my heart before he even knew my last name.