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When I returned to the main hall, I saw Logan from a distance. And just like before, the comments vanished
without a trace.
Logan took my arm. “What took you so long?” he asked, pulling me closer. I looked down at his hand grippi ng mine. “Are you feeling unwell?”
I finally looked up and gestured vaguely at my face. “I was just touching up my makeup.”
Logan seemed to relax, a smile returning to his face.
As the evening drew to a close, I stood by Logan’s side, playing the part of the supportive wife while he net- worked. I kept a smile plastered on my face, but inside, I felt a boundless, aimless boredom.
Logan was still young, a rising star in the business world, but he was already highly regarded by the older executives. It seemed everyone saw his potential. Over the course of the night, he’d been poised and confi-
dent, securing several major investment deals.
When it was finally over, I let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Logan seemed to sense my mood and turned to me. “Tired?” he asked softly.
I was about to answer when a voice from a short distance away called out to him again. “-Mr. Sterling.”
