The iron gates of the Sullivan estate parted like the jaws of a silver trap as the town car glided up the winding cobblestone drive.
Rain had turned to a light, hanging mist, reflecting the ambient glow of the mansion's floodlights. Sitting in the leather interior, I smoothed down the sleek lines of my sapphire silk sheath dress. It was dark, elegant, and deliberately chosen to contrast the sharp crimson I’d worn to the boardroom that morning. I wasn't presenting a strategy tonight; I was attending a family dinner as an equal.
Beside me, Mason reached out, his long fingers warm as they laced through mine. He wore an unbuttoned dark blazer over a crisp white shirt, radiating a quiet, dangerous authority.
"My father is going to push you tonight, Nora," Mason said softly, his thumb rub
