Sloan's pov
The air in the ballroom felt thick and heavy, like a velvet curtain pressing in on me.
I stood near the main staircase, the firm’s gala swirled around me in a blur of silk and power. I just need to make it through the next three hours without spilling champagne or losing my composure, I thought, straightening my spine.
This night was a triumph for the firm, and I was the one who had made it happen.
Victor was leaning in close, his usual bravado turned down to a low, smooth purr meant only for me.
He spoke of new deals and shared clients, but his eyes never left my face. He always makes it sound like a pitch, even when he’s trying to be charming, I mused, offering a polite, distant smile.
Across the room, I noticed Nathan watching me, a glass of water in his hand, a lo
