Emma's Point of View
The ballroom buzzed with the kind of energy only exclusive events could command. Yet, something about this one felt strangely familiar. The color scheme, the pristine organization, the subtle elegance, it all whispered of Steele Enterprise, though no one had explicitly said so. My stomach tightened, but I brushed the thought aside, focusing on my crew back stage.
“Edith, come here for a second,” I called, waving my assistant over. She scurried up, tablet in hand, her brow furrowed with an anxious readiness I had come to rely on.
“Yes, Ms. Carter?”
“Did you get the name of the company hosting this event?” My voice was calm, but my instincts screamed for clarity.
Edith swiped through her notes. “Uh, no, the form didn’t specify the company name. Just the contact pers
