“The mysterious owner might even show up tonight,” Julian remarked as we got into the car. “I hope you can manage to stay quiet so I can finally make a lasting impression on the board.”
The gala was held at a prestigious hotel overlooking the coast, filled with crystal chandeliers and the scent of expensive perfume. Julian beamed as he shook hands with everyone, eventually leading me toward the VIP section where Maxwell Thorne was standing.
“Julian, it’s good to see you,” Maxwell said while offering a firm handshake. He then turned his gaze toward me with genuine respect and added, “And I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of being formally introduced to your wife yet.”
Julian froze as a flicker of shame crossed his face, clearly worried that being married to a woman he considered simple would hurt his sophisticated image.
“Oh, no, you’ve got it wrong,” Julian stammered with a nervous, high-pitched laugh. “She isn’t my wife.”
I stared at him in disbelief while my heart hammered against my ribs.
“This is Sarah,” he continued while waving a hand dismissively. “She’s our children’s nanny, and I brought her along to help keep track of our bags and coats.”
The silence that followed was agonizing as Maxwell Thorne looked between Julian’s smug face and my icy expression.
“The nanny?” Maxwell repeated while nearly choking on his champagne.
“Yeah, it’s hard to find good help these days,” Julian laughed while turning back to business. “Anyway, about those third-quarter projections I sent over…”
