T H O S E xxwho are born in gold do not seek the harshness of life. They have everything handed to them so there's no need to fight for what they want. These are the children of gold, always wanting more than they give. In the New York high life, these children do not grow strong from calloused hands or sun-soaked muscles. These are the ones that grow strong in their serpent tongue and the charming smile that makes millions in negotiations and investments.

They do not have one home. They infect the Earth with their golden fingers snatching at any opportunity to add another dollar to their name. The philanthropists who drop gold into the starving can only do so much. Most companies don't share these fortunes; they shift money between hands but they're all a part of a the same web. Sometimes those webs become tangled.

Two companies. The web of Europe and America collide in a partnership bonded before their leaders ever touch hands. A university Romeo and Juliet, the sons of the company negotiating in ways of wine glasses and penthouse beds. The two men of gold had different cracks in places that guarded their feelings or let feelings flood out from every imperfection. The end came long before the boy drowning in his romantic ideals could see it coming, and was left in his own spiral. But the funny thing is, when two are intertwined in a business deal like that, it isn't long before the thread brings them back together.

A New Year's Gala, eight months after graduation and the end of popping champagne on rooftops and secret kisses in broom closets at charity events, they are not the star-crossed lovers they used to be. One threw away love for a status-climbing engagement, and the other has not realized the business deal has a few new stipulations.