Chapter 6 - Entering the Grand Ballroom at the Downtown Hotel
The grand ballroom of the downtown Boston luxury hotel shimmered under cascading crystal chandeliers.
Over two hundred elite executives, politicians, and shareholders mingled near the tall arched windows overlooking the harbor.
As Samuel stepped through the double doors, the low murmur of conversation instantly died down.
All eyes turned toward him with a mixture of polite sympathy and calculating corporate interest.
Everyone in the room believed Samuel was still a broken man mourning the tragic loss of his young wife.
“Samuel, darling, you’re late,” a sharp, elegant voice cut through the ambient music.
Daria Kincaid glided across the polished marble floor in a custom emerald evening gown, exuding absolute power.
She placed a cool, manicured hand on his arm, offering a practiced maternal smile that never reached her eyes.
“Traffic was heavy, Mother; you know how the financial district gets on rainy nights,” Samuel replied smoothly.
“Well, make sure you look composed for the toast; the board is voting on the new expansion tonight,” she ordered.
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Samuel looked down at her with a calm, unreadable expression that made her uneasy for a fleeting second.
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