Ian's POV
Marcus from the board caught me in the hallway outside the executive floor with his hand already extended, that particular smile men wore when they were genuinely pleased about something that had nothing to do with them.
"Finally," he said. "About time you made it official. Camila's a remarkable woman."
"Thank you, Marcus."
"My wife wants to know if you've settled on a venue. She has opinions."
"I'm sure she does."
He laughed and moved on and I kept walking.
By nine I'd had eleven versions of the same conversation. The handshakes, the smiles, the particular warmth of people who felt entitled to a piece of something because their name was adjacent to yours.
I said the right things each time. I'd been saying the right things for long enough that it didn't require much of m
