Myra smiled politely, and nodded, and made all the appropriate sounds that one made while being introduced to people who were as old as her own parents, as Mr Quill proudly walked round the backyard with her.
This introduction was almost like a big reveal.
She met the founders and CEOs of companies and groups she had known forever but had no idea who their owners were.
She smiled at Mr Weston’s closest friends who wanted her to call them by their first names: Diego, who she had already met, and Declan, who she had never met, and then Professor Cal, who she knew what his lips felt like on her skin.
She said a hasty Hi to him, her eyes not really focused on his but on his forehead, and quickly moved to someone else.
She noticed Atlas giving her an odd look, but said nothing, till they
