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

the kitchen doors. Stay there.”

Then he leaned closer, his breath warm and sharp with what smelled like expensive whiskey and nerves.

“And if you see Silas Vance,” he whispered with fierce intensity, “do not talk to him. I’m dead serious. He’s way out of your league. You’ll scare him off with your… weirdness.”

He straightened up, pasted on his networking continue reading …