Three days after our private legal ceremony, I stood in front of the full-length mirror and reminded myself that tonight was not a date.
It was an introduction.
For the first time, Damon Cross would appear in public with his wife, and every powerful figure attending the annual Grand Metropolitan Gala would be watching the woman standing beside him. They would want to know where I came from, what kind of leverage I held, and whether I truly possessed the teeth to survive in his cutthroat world.
For three long years, I had existed quietly behind Damon Cross.
I managed his executive calendar, prepared his strategic briefs, solved multi-million-dollar crises before they reached his desk, and ensured his corporate empire ran without a single glitch.
But tonight, none of that quiet competen
