My Brother Sent Me to the Kids’ Table—Until His Billionaire CEO Sat Beside Me

world’s worst joke. “I meant here,” he said, gesturing around the marble foyer with an impatient flick of his wrist. “In the main entrance area. The VIPs are arriving any minute. You’re cluttering the visual.”

I stared at him, certain I’d misheard. “Cluttering the visual?”

He nodded, completely serious. “Yes. The photographers are going to be positioned continue reading …