Empty Throne

If one could enter the grand conference room at Apex Investments, they'd call it cold even though that had nothing to do with the atmosphere.

The room was well ventilated with a great view of the Manhattan skyline and had been described as elegant at the same time.

The table in the middle of the room was the same place where some of the most important decisions for the company were made and now, they were waiting for the mover and shaker of this little kingdom.

On one side of the table sat the oldest princess, Jenny Voss. This time, she was dressed professionally in a navy pantsuit and while she still had her purple hair, it was in a tight bun on her head.

She couldn't help the smirk that was on her face. It had taken her a lot to get an important position in the company but it had come by being honest.

She'd sat down with her mother and explained her ambition. Her drive to become what she was meant to be. A queen.