My grandfather had left me a massive inheritance that I used to quietly acquire struggling businesses like Zenith Group, which I had bailed out through a private fund six months ago. Julian was desperate to impress the interim director, Maxwell Thorne, because he spent every waking hour dreaming of a promotion to the executive board.
“The mysterious owner might even show up tonight,” Julian remarked as we got into the car. “I hope you can manage to stay quiet so I can finally make a lasting impression on the board.”
The gala was held at a prestigious hotel overlooking the coast, filled with crystal chandeliers and the scent of expensive perfume. Julian beamed as he shook hands with everyone, eventually leading me toward the VIP section where Maxwell Thorne was standing.
“Julian, it’s good to see you,” Maxwell said while offering a firm handshake. He then turned his gaze toward me with genuine respect and added, “And I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of being formally introduced to your wife yet.”
Julian froze as a flicker of shame crossed his face, clearly worried that being married to a woman he considered simple would hurt his sophisticated image.
“Oh, no, you’ve got it wrong,” Julian stammered with a nervous, high-pitched laugh. “She isn’t my wife.”
I stared at him in disbelief while my heart hammered against my ribs.
“This is Sarah,” he continued while waving a hand dismissively. “She’s our children’s nanny, and I brought her along to help keep track of our bags and coats.”
The silence that followed was agonizing as Maxwell Thorne looked between Julian’s smug face and my icy expression.
“The nanny?” Maxwell repeated while nearly choking on his champagne.
“Yeah, it’s hard to find good help these days,” Julian laughed while turning back to business. “Anyway, about those third-quarter projections I sent over…”
Maxwell held my gaze, waiting for me to say something, but I simply gave a small shake of my head to signal that the time wasn’t right just yet.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sarah,” Maxwell said with a voice full of hidden meaning. “I imagine that cleaning up after a man like Julian must be a very exhausting full-time job.”
“You have no idea how much trash I have to deal with,” I replied with a sharp smile.
A few minutes later, Julian’s sister, Cynthia, appeared in a tight crimson dress with a glass of red wine and a poisonous smirk.
