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

placemats. Instead of the towering floral centerpieces that adorned every other table, we had a plastic bucket filled with crayons. The white tablecloth was already decorated with enthusiastic scribbles—rainbows, stick figures, what appeared to be a monster truck. One of the chairs had a booster seat strapped to it with fraying velcro. Another spot continue reading …