ind it. Hundreds of guests milled about on the sprawling lawns-the titans of tech, the venture capitalists, the socialites. This was the

an most people's cars, with Tyrone trailing behind her like a well-accessorized pet. She moved through the cro

e French doors lea

aid, a cruel little smile play

n't a

tch your chest, look like you can't breathe. I'll handle it. I'll tell everyone you're overwhelmed, and then I'll graciously allow T

keable confidence in my weakness. At her tot

ht of everyth

urred. "I've been planning

few moments later, Molly appeared at my side. She was wearing a simple, elegant

ady?" she a

nd. Her fingers laced with mi

stage, a hush fal

ority. "This is a momentous occasion. As many of you know, the bylaws of Fowler Ventures stipulate that on his 25th bi

to Jen, who was standing near the front, a triumphant, predatory

my son to come up and introduce the new partner in our famil

ted wa

s slightly outstretched, ready for her moment of vic

right p

Molly was waiting. I took her hand in m

sea of stunned faces, my gaze finally landing on Jen. He

ng. "I would like to introduce you to my wife, and the