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

The plastic cup wobbled dangerously. I steadied it with one hand and looked up.

“Hello, Lena,” Silas said.

His voice was warm and genuine—completely different from the cool, measured tone he used in boardrooms and conference calls.

“Hello, Mr. Vance,” I replied, because I wasn’t about to switch to first names in front of my brother and half the company’s continue reading …