and wealthy investors.
Elena did as he had ordered and stayed near the dessert table, pretending not to notice that her husband refused to make eye contact with her.
Then the entire room suddenly quieted.
The owner of Whitmore Corporation had arrived.
Richard Kensington.
The seventy-two-year-old billionaire telecommunications magnate whose approval could launch a career—or end one.
Richard entered beside his older sister, Eleanor Kensington, with security several steps behind them.
Julian practically rushed across the room.
“Mr. Kensington,” he said breathlessly. “What an incredible honor.”
Richard shook his hand