"To my son," Victor Hawthorne said, raising his glass, "and the future that finally makes this family complete."The applause started immediately. Three hundred people in a room that cost more per square foot than most people earned in a year, all of them clapping for a toast that wasn't a toast at all. Elias Hawthorne knew the difference. He had been learning the difference his whole life.He smiled and lifted his champagne. He looked at Sophia beside him, her hand warm and steady on his arm, her diamond catching the light. She was beautiful and brilliant. She was exactly what his father had ordered."You look perfect tonight," she said quietly, leaning close."Thank you," he said, and he meant none of it.The problem with being good at performance was that it left you alone inside it. Elias had been inside this particular performance for twenty eight years. The dutiful son, polished heir. The boy who knew how to sit straight, speak precisely and never let anything real show on his f
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