Crystal chandeliers cascaded light across marble floors. A string quartet played something elegant and forgettable. Servers moved with trays of champagne like choreography.
Trevor walked in like he belonged there.
His hand rested lightly—but possessively—at Vanessa’s elbow, steering her through the crowd.
“There’s Mr. Callahan,” Trevor murmured. “Stay close.”
Anthony Callahan stood near the stage, tall and silver-haired, speaking with two board members. He was acting CEO—the public face of Summit Technologies.
But Vanessa knew him differently.
She had met him in quiet conference rooms.
Late-night financial reviews.
Emergency restructuring sessions.
He knew exactly who she was.
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