SERENAWhen Mr. Winchester invited me to golf, my first instinct was to say no, because golf felt like one of those things you only did if you were born rich or had enough free time on your hands. But he framed it as a networking opportunity, and then he added, “No pressure, Serena. You can just ride along and talk,” which made it sound less intimidating and more like a long business lunch.So I agreed.The course was massive, and there were so many people everywhere. Everything was green and painfully neat, with staff moving around quietly and smiling at everyone politely. Mr. Winchester greeted me with an easy smile, already dressed in a polo shirt that probably cost more than my monthly grocery bill, and introduced me to the small group of men he was playing with.“Gentlemen, this is Serena Hale,” he said, resting a hand lightly on my back in a way that felt professional but familiar. “She’s the one I told you about. Sharpest mind I’ve met in a long time.”That made my stomach tigh
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