The announcement for the delayed Annual Business Summit filled the front page of every news outlet.
After nearly four months, it was finally here—the gorgeous envelope.
It was addressed simply to the owner of Meadow Holdings.
According to Severine's wishes, her identity had always been shrouded in layers of corporate shells and legal nondisclosure agreements.
She was the ghost in the machine, the silent architect of an empire that had begun to rival the centuries-old conglomerates of the capital.
Thus, the letter hadn't come to the Vale estate; it had been delivered to the high-security headquarters of Meadow Holdings, hand-carried by a courier who likely had no idea he was holding the most coveted ticket in the country.
When Samuel brought it to her in her dorm room, she stared at the royal blue card for a long while. The gold-leaf lettering shimmered under the study lights, catching the afternoon sun.
Only the top elites in the business world were invited.
