Clifford Mainwaring

The Grand Oasis Ball was the hunting ground of Clifford Mainwaring, a cold strategist and corporate predator. His gaze slid over the woman in the blue dress, the owner of a small eco-friendly company. “No threat,” he concluded, not noticing her son, the mischievous ten-year-old Milton.

The boy, bored, saw in Clifford the perfect candidate for his mother. When their paths crossed, Milton quickly slapped his mother and disappeared. She turned around sharply - and saw only an imperturbable Mainwaring in front of her.

"What kind of low methods are these?" she flared up, sure that it was him.

Clifford, noticing the triumphant boy behind the column, understood everything. Instead of making excuses, he grinned: "I see you think me capable of vulgar behavior. Then allow me to compensate for your inconvenience by discussing your business over coffee."

His impudence stunned her, but the business proposition was too tempting. She agreed, still frowning.

And Clifford had already seen a new and interesting game: a woman with fire in her eyes and her young tactician. The hunt had begun.

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