“It suits the occasion.”
Trevor adjusted his bow tie. “Tonight is the Summit Technologies Gala. The executive board will be there. Investors. Strategic partners. People who matter.”
He stressed the last words casually, but they landed with practiced cruelty.
Vanessa offered a small, agreeable smile.
“I’ll stay beside you quietly,” she said. “I won’t embarrass you.”
“That’s all I ask,” Trevor replied, satisfied.
He moved toward the door, checking his watch.
“There’s a rumor the silent owner of Summit will attend tonight,” he added. “The one who bought the company when it was bleeding money. No one’s ever seen them. If I impress that person, I’ll be promoted to Chief Operations Director.”
Vanessa turned from the mirror slowly.
“I hope your efforts are rewarded,” she said softly.
