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

blue dress he’d emailed me a photo of two weeks earlier, accompanied by a message that read: “This one. Don’t improvise.” I’d spent what felt like an irresponsible amount of money on a professional blowout so my hair fell in glossy waves instead of its usual chaotic bun secured with whatever pen or pencil happened to be nearby. I’d brought the exact continue reading …