Annabel's POV
“I’ll grab us wine,” Lucian offered, slipping away and leaving me by myself.
Only then did my gaze sweep across the room, taking it all in for the first time.
The banquet hall of the Golden Monarch shimmered beneath the luxurious chandeliers, the soft glow mingling with the sultry hum of low jazz.
Nothing was basic here.
Everything was perfectly arranged.
Everyone was almost in pairs—chatting and definitely enjoying the evening.
I moved to a reserved table and picked up the golden card placed on it.
The dotted line at the bottom of the card held Daniel’s signature.
Annual Celebration Dinner — Investors/Senior Staff Invited.
A gasp escaped my lips. Why did Daniel invite me? I didn’t deserve to be here. I had barely started working in his company, and now he was givin
