Inside the private suite of The Lexington Club, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the quiet hum of high-end climate control. Seraphina, standing tall in her blue-and-white patterned dress, carried herself with the practiced poise of a woman who dealt with billionaires daily. Her voice was formulaic yet enchanting, designed to make every client feel like the most important man in Manhattan.
It was obvious to Liam that Seraphina was there to be the perfect "social lubricant"—a dutiful companion to ensure the afternoon flowed without a hitch.
Liam didn't put on airs. He leaned back, sipping his tea, and smiled. "We’re pivoting into venture capital," he said simply.
As a woman who carried herself with a "93-point" level of beauty and grace, Seraphina took t
