Ava stood before the mirror, slipping into a sleek midnight-blue dress. It was understated but elegant—fitting for the evening ahead. Nathan adjusted his cufflinks beside her, dressed in a charcoal tuxedo.
The invitation had arrived anonymously, slipped under the door of Ava’s office in a black envelope. It was for an exclusive industry dinner hosted by an anonymous investor group at the SkyTower Lounge—a location known for its discretion and power-laced ambiance.
“I still don’t trust this,” Nathan murmured, eyeing Ava’s reflection in the mirror.
“I know,” she replied, applying a final touch of lipstick. “But if they wanted to hurt us, they wouldn’t need a dinner invitation. This is a move—a public one. And we need to see what cards they’re playing.”
Elise had initially planned to join
