Episode 1: Broken Beginnings

The Present:

The city of New York buzzed with its usual frenetic energy, but in a corner office of the tallest skyscraper, the world was silent and cold. Alexander West, with his jet-black hair and piercing grey eyes that seemed to see through everything, stood tall at 6'11", an imposing figure in the heart of his empire.

He stared out of the window, the cityscape reflected in his hunter eyes. Memories of a past he wished to forget but could never escape played in his mind. The scent of the rain-soaked streets, the echoes of laughter from a family he once had, and the cold, unforgiving reality of the orphanage where he spent his formative years haunted him.

A young Alexander, no more than ten, stood in the rain outside a dilapidated building. His clothes were soaked, and his stomach growled with hunger. The heavy wooden door creaked open, and a matron with a stern face looked down at him.

"Come inside, boy. You're one of us now," she said, her voice void of warmth.

Alexander's grey eyes, even then, held a defiant spark. He stepped inside, feeling the weight of abandonment settle on his small shoulders. The orphanage was a place of survival, where the weak were trampled and only the strong endured. It was here that Alexander learned the harsh lessons that would shape his future.

Alexander's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He turned to see his loyal assistant, Daniel, entering the office.

"Mr. West, the board meeting starts in ten minutes," Daniel reminded him, his tone respectful yet wary.

"Thank you, Daniel. I'll be there shortly," Alexander replied, his voice smooth but edged with the authority that came naturally to him.

As Daniel left, Alexander took a deep breath, steeling himself for yet another battle in the corporate arena. His mind drifted back to the pivotal moment that changed everything – the day he decided to take control of his destiny.

At eighteen, Alexander stood at the gates of the orphanage, a small suitcase in hand. He had saved every penny, worked every odd job, and now he was ready to leave the place that had imprisoned his childhood. He looked back one last time, the pain of his past mingling with the fierce determination in his eyes.

"I will never be powerless again," he vowed to himself

That vow had driven him to build WestCorp from the ground up, transforming it into a powerhouse. But no matter how high he climbed, the ghosts of his past were never far behind.

Alexander adjusted his tie and glanced at his reflection in the glass. The scars of his past were invisible, but they were there, etched into his soul. He stepped out of his office, ready to face the board members who waited for him.

As he walked down the corridor, he couldn't help but think of his younger self, the boy who had nothing and no one. He had built an empire on the ashes of his broken beginnings, and he intended to keep it, no matter the cost.

Inside the boardroom, the tension was palpable. The directors watched as Alexander took his seat at the head of the table.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice commanding attention, "today we discuss the future of WestCorp. A future I intend to secure and expand."

One of the directors, an older man named Harris, leaned forward. "Mr. West, there have been rumors about a hostile takeover. How do you plan to handle this threat?"

Alexander's grey eyes narrowed slightly. "WestCorp has faced threats before, and we have always emerged stronger. This time will be no different."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "We will not be intimidated. We will not be conquered. We will rise above, as we always have."

The board members nodded, some with renewed confidence, others with silent skepticism. But Alexander knew one thing for certain – the boy who had once stood in the rain, abandoned and alone, had become a man who would stop at nothing to protect what was his.

As the meeting continued, Alexander's mind remained sharp, his strategies precise. He had learned to navigate the complexities of business the same way he had survived the streets – with cunning, strength, and an unyielding will to succeed.

And so, the first chapter of Alexander West's journey was written, not in ink, but in the indomitable spirit of a man who had risen from nothing to command everything.