Blake stepped out of the limousine with Sloane beside him. Photographers called his name while Lenette smiled proudly behind them.
One reporter asked whether Sloane was Mrs. Winslow.
Blake did not correct him.
Instead, he moved closer to her and smiled for the camera.
Corinne broadcast the entire entrance to her followers.
“My brother is about to enter the biggest chapter of his career,” she said into her phone. “Some people are born to lead.”
An event coordinator guided the family toward the central table directly below the stage.
Blake immediately understood the significance of the placement.
That table was reserved for Fairchild Capital’s senior executives, the largest donors, and the company’s mysterious founder.
He sat down with renewed confidence.
“They are going to expand our partnership,” he whispered to Sloane.
“How large?”
“Possibly two hundred million dollars. Maybe more.”
Sloane’s eyes brightened.
“Then tomorrow we stop pretending.”
