Chapter 6
Before Julian’s fingers could touch my silk sleeve, two six-foot-four security guards stepped between us, shoving him back.
“Step away from the Chairperson, sir!” the lead guard barked, his voice booming across the silent ballroom.
“Chairperson?” Julian repeated, his brain completely short-circuiting as he looked at the guards’ uniforms.
The crest on their blazers was the gold lion of Sterling Investment Group.
The Governor of New York stepped up to the podium, tapping the microphone to capture the room's attention.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Governor announced warmly, gesturing toward me with absolute deference.
“Please welcome our keynote speaker and the founder of Sterling Investment Group, Clara Sterling!”
A deafening roar of applause erupted throughout the ballroom as the country’s elite stood up to honor me.
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Julian’s knees buckled slightly, his eyes wide with a terrifying, mind-bending horror as I took the microphone.
Evelyn gripped her daughter’s arm so tightly her knuckles turned white, staring at me as if she had seen a ghost.
