Chapter Thirty Five

LARA

Waitstaff floated across the floor with champagne flutes balanced on silver trays, and the faint sounds of a string quartet filled the space with a kind of effortless sophistication.

If it wasn't clear already, it was the investor's meet.

I stood near the edge of the crowd, holding a glass of champagne. Every detail of this meet had been meticulously handled over the past few months—every RSV