Because whoever that person was—
They controlled everything.
Funding.
Expansion.
His future.
“Stay close,” Julian whispered to Isabella, straightening his jacket as flashes from cameras lit up the entrance.
“If I get this right, we’re untouchable.”
The double doors opened.
Silence spread through the ballroom like a ripple.
Security stepped aside.
Staff lowered their heads.
Even the musicians stopped.
And then—
She walked in.
Not rushed.
Not dramatic.
Precise.
Controlled.
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