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

toward where Silas sat at our table, checking if he was watching, measuring the moment for its networking value, and that softness evaporated like morning fog.

By the time the DJ announced the first dance, the ballroom had shifted back into its power-room mode.

Except for Table Nineteen. We remained our own small, autonomous orbit.

After dessert—the children continue reading …