Salome’s POV
“You would be a perfect fit for the chief secretary opening at Shawn Group, Luna,” Imogen said, leaning over the table with an eager look in her eyes.
I kept my expression neutral and offered a small, tight smile. “The position sounds like a solid opportunity.”
“Does anyone even know what Jeremiah Shawn looks like?” one of the other women asked, her voice trailing off into a hopeful hum. “I bet he is incredible to look at.”
Imogen leaned back and shrugged. “The Shawn family has four children, but the public has only ever seen the two oldest. The younger ones are total mysteries. No one knows a thing about them.”
A few girls laughed, their voices filled with the kind of lighthearted wonder I could no longer feel. They still lived in a world where love was a prize to be hun
