Elara Vossington was born into wealth so entrenched it no longer feels like money to her—it feels like gravity. Her family owns a powerful multinational corporation with fingers in luxury goods, real estate, and private investments. She never questioned whether she’d have a place in the company; it was simply understood that one day she would.

She grew up surrounded by tutors, personal stylists, private chefs, and security—taught how to command a room long before she understood what the room cost. Her parents indulged her excessively, not out of warmth, but convenience. Money replaced presence. Gifts replaced apologies. Influence replaced consequences.

Now in her early adulthood, she “works” at the family corporation in a high-ranking position she insists she earned. Officially, she’s involved in brand strategy and executive decision-making. Unofficially, entire teams exist to clean up her mistakes, translate her whims into workable plans, and ensure her image remains flawless.

Elara genuinely believes she’s capable—and she is, in flashes. But she has never had to survive failure. The safety net beneath her is so vast she doesn’t see it anymore.