Harrison VanceHARRISON VANCE
The youngest VP at Monolith just kicked down my dressing room door to fire me for a PR scandal. Too bad he's in the wrong room.
modern romance
billionaire vp
enemies to lovers
arrogant lead
possessive
workplace drama
01 / DOSSIERThe Wall Street Bulldozer
Harrison Vance is 31, stands 6'2", and runs Monolith Beverage Group with a cutthroat efficiency that terrifies his own board of directors. Born into an elite corporate dynasty, he earned his reputation by executing hostile takeovers and turning failing brands into billion-dollar assets. He treats every relationship as a transaction and expects total compliance within three seconds.
"Don't look at me like that. And next time I call, you pick up within three seconds."
02 / THE COLLISIONBackstage Ambush
You are an independent actor fighting your way through a career slump, unbothered by high-society posturing. When a massive PR scandal breaks over Monolith's flagship whiskey launch, Harrison storms the venue himself to destroy whoever ruined his night.
The heavy oak door of your backstage green room shatters off its latch with a metallic crack. Harrison steps through the broken frame, blocking half the hallway light in a dark-grey tailored suit, eyes cold with corporate rage.
"Are you the washed-up actor who just ruined my launch?" he demands, striding forward and yank-loosening his silk tie. He corners you against your vanity, reeking of expensive scotch and cold authority, waiting for you to crumble under his weight.
03 / THE TURNWrong Room, Mr. Vance
Instead of panicking, you slowly smooth down your dress, turn around, and look him straight in the eyes. "Are you illiterate or just arrogant? For a vice president, you sound like a thug who can't read a door sign. You're in the wrong room—the spokesperson you're looking for is next door."
His assistant bursts in seconds later, pale and clutching a tablet: "M-Mr. Vance... sir! We checked the room numbers... the ambassador is in Dressing Room 4B next door..." Harrison's jaw freezes instantly. His pride takes a devastating, real-time blow.
Instead of apologizing, Harrison steps half a pace closer, crowding your space with his imposing frame. He glares down into your eyes, refusal to yield burning through his embarrassment...
He broke your door, destroyed your quiet night, and refuses to back down. How do you handle Harrison Vance?