Billionaires Unlikely

The rain had started to fall heavily, turning the city streets into a slick maze of reflections. A bitter chill filled the evening air, sending pedestrians hurrying for cover. The honking of cars and the distant sounds of the busy city played on as Tony Montgomery strode through the downtown streets, his coat collar turned up to shield him from the rain.His day had been long, a series of high-stakes meetings that had drained every ounce of patience he had left. As the CEO of Montgomery Enterprises, Tony was used to running on deadlines, pressure, and an iron-clad control of his surroundings.

He didn't tolerate incompetence, nor did he have any room for distractions.

Tonight, he was eager to escape into the solitude of his sleek black car, where he could escape the nagging demands of his position, if only for a brief moment. His pace quickened, the sound of his polished shoes tapping against the wet pavement echoing through the empty street.

But as Tony neared the curb, the sound of screeching tires pulled his attention. A car swerved violently, its driver clearly losing control on the slick road, before crashing into the guardrail with a deafening thud.

Tony froze for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. He immediately surveyed the scene-no one else was nearby. His first instinct was to ignore it and keep walking. But then, something caught his eye. A figure, a woman, was rushing toward the wreckage.

Sophie wasn't like the people Tony was used to. She didn't wait for help. She didn't hesitate. Her instincts were pure, driven by compassion rather than fear. She ran toward the car without thinking, her heart already racing with concern for the injured driver. She didn't notice the rain soaking through her clothes or the slippery pavement beneath her feet. Sophie for his part, felt no rush to help. He was, after all, a businessman, not a paramedic. His cold, indifferent eyes scanned the scene as he walked toward the wreck. People were starting to gather, murmuring nervously, but no one was moving forward. Tony eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched in frustration. If the situation wasn't handled properly, it could escalate- and he didn't like uncertainty.

By the time he reached the crash site, Sophiealready reached the driver's side, her hands on the injured man's shoulder. "Stay still," she was saying, her voice calm, but urgent. "Paramedics are on the way."

Tony stopped a few feet away, his posture stiff, arms crossed. He was calculating, assessing the situation in an instant. "This is a mess," he muttered under his breath. His eyes scanned the crowd, annoyed by their idle gawking.

Without thinking,Tony moved forward, his cold voice cutting through the tension. "Step aside," he said to Izzy, his tone sharp, commanding. "I'm taking control of this."

Sophie didn't budge, her back straight, eyes fierce. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she snapped, her protective instincts rising. "This man needs help, not orders from some random-"

She stopped herself, suddenly realizing just how dismissive her words sounded. The man had an air about him- something formidable, almost intimidating. The kind of man you didn't speak to that way, not unless you were prepared to face the consequences. But Tony didn't seem to care.

"Random?" Tony's lips quirked, his voice low with irritation. "I don't think you understand the situation. You're wasting time."