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

isn’t just a wedding, Lena,” he’d said, his voice crackling with the particular enthusiasm he reserved for things that advanced his career. “It’s a launchpad. A power room. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I didn’t realize until I was standing in the marble foyer of a country club that cost more per night than my monthly rent that when my brother continue reading …