He had never thought to ask.
The Gala
The Grand Aurora ballroom shimmered beneath crystal chandeliers. Investors mingled. Champagne flowed. A quartet played something elegant and forgettable.
Trevor moved confidently through the room, guiding Vanessa by the elbow.
“There’s Callahan,” he murmured.
Anthony Callahan, acting CEO, turned as they approached.
“Good evening,” Callahan said warmly, extending his hand. “It’s an honor to finally meet you.”
Trevor laughed lightly. “This is Vanessa. She’s the nanny for my nieces. Just here to assist tonight.”
The air shifted.
Callahan’s eyes flicked to Vanessa’s. He understood immediately.
“The nanny,” he repeated evenly.
