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

” Silas said, equally serious. He began carefully shading in flames with the green crayon. “Dragons need proper nutrition.”

The ballroom had gone eerily, unnaturally quiet. The string quartet had actually stopped playing mid-piece. Somewhere in the silence, a fork clinked against a plate with the sharp clarity of a punctuation mark.

I could feel hundreds continue reading …