Chapter 131

I wait for a respectable amount of time before I consider making a run for it. Or, in these heels, making a brisk walk for it. Elijah won’t even notice—he’s deeply embedded in conversation with his assistant, Luisa, and Harper. They have their heads bent together over a table, probably sketching out their next takeover on a napkin. They’re cut from the same cloth, and for all three of them, work is paramount—the rest is filler. Harper has enjoyed his big day as the doting father, but if I know him—and I do know him quite well—he is now relieved to be discussing Jamestech. Elijah bluffed the devoted-husband routine for hours before he gave in to the siren call, and Luisa has—no, actually, Luisa never tries to be anything she isn’t. She wore a tailored business suit to the wedding and has had earbuds in all day. The small group looks engaged and focused, Luisa gesticulating as she speaks. It’s clear from watching her that she’s one of those people who talks with her hands. Other guests a