Private clubs were never short on people eager to comment on business trends.
“So, is this the ‘show‘ you were referring to?” Graham asked softly.
The heir to the Harlow Corporation leading a team on an important mission to the southern markets–yet bringing along his
not–yet–official influencer girlfriend–had sparked a flurry of gossip within and beyond the business world.
I raised an eyebrow and sipped my red wine. “Of course, there’s more to it than that.”
“You’re so beautiful, Mia. Some people must be blind,” Graham said with a sudden smile.
I glanced up at him.
He truly was handsome, especially when he smiled. The small mole near the corner of his eye added a subtle, captivating charm.
Over the past few months, we’d met frequently for drinks. He was always composed, articulate, and easy to get along with.
Though-
My gaze drifted lower. He was undeniably thin.
Noticing my stare, Graham followed my eyes to my glass and leaned forward to pour me more wine.
For a corporate heir, his manner carried an almost scholarly elegance.
“You’re quiet tonight,” he remarked, glancing at me as he refilled my glass.
