The Boardroom Banquet
The restaurant was a sanctuary of mahogany and silence, perched on the 80th floor of a glass tower in Midtown. Diana sat at the head of the table, her expression as neutral as a blank ledger. To her former classmates, she was the "successful consultant," a woman of poise and intellect. To herself, she was a predator in a silk dress. "To the Class of 2016," Marcus toasted, his voice booming. "To...
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