The Final Party
Only at me.
Then, he moved. He walked toward me without hesitation.
"Margot," he said my name gently.
He took off his suit jacket and carefully draped it over my torn dress, shielding me.
Edward stared at us, eyes sharp as blades.
Nathan did not even look at him.
"Don't you lay a hand on her," he said coldly.
Edward wanted to argue but stopped. He realized everyone in the room was looking at Nathan.
Nathan owned a private capital platform in New York; his hedge fund delivered over 20 percent annual returns. His keynote speech in Silicon Valley could shift entire sector valuations, while Edward was just a junior partner candidate at Sterling & Burne.