CLAPBACK/DINNER AT EIGHT

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. I lowered my voice low enough to make her lean in to actually hear what I said. “You sure have a lot to say for someone who isn’t wearing the right uniform anymore.” Her victorious smile faltered immediately at that, her eyes widening in shock at my words. I guess she thought no one would notice the change. “What happened?” I asked, feigning interest. “Daddy’s money no longer long enough to afford the scarlet uniform? I guess things must be really rough back home. I guess this is what happens when you no longer have Lucien’s name or shadow helping you with those deals in daddy’s company.” She drops her hands at her sides, clenching them into fists. “You know what? I can have my dad, you know, the Valerian Everhart, billionaire, mogul, all-around rich man, invest in your father’s company. You know, he has a few measly millions to give out to the less fortunate. I’m sure a couple million will help you guys at home.” “Who the hell do you even think you are?!” “Some