Chapter 15
Janessa's POV
The doors of the banquet hall swung open, bright chandeliers reflected on glossy hardwood floors.
The room smelt like money and power.
A hush rolled over the room. That subtle dip in conversation when every head tilts toward you. Toward us.
I didn’t need a mirror to know I looked good. Graham’s hand rested at the small of my back, proud, almost possessive.
He was smashing in his black tux perfectly tailored to his buff physique. Hair pulled back in full waves. Grey strands peaking bright.
Like my personal knight.
As I scanned the room, my stomach flipped.
“Graham,” I hissed under my breath.
“Are we in an episode of Succession? You didn’t tell me who’d be here.”
There were Ministers. Executives I’d only ever seen on the news and magazines. Leading women
