The entire energy of the ballroom completely shifted the exact moment Emmett Stewart walked through the front doors wearing a sharp charcoal suit. Nicholas practically sprinted across the floor to greet him, eagerly offering a prime seat at the head table next to the primary financial investors. Emmett politely declined the extravagant offers and instead scanned the massive room with calm confidence until his gaze landed on my chaotic spot in the far corner. Ignoring my brother and the private lounge offers completely, the billionaire walked straight toward our corner table with a warm smile and greeted me like an old trusted friend. Nicholas followed him in a state of sheer panic and quickly began apologizing for my presence while frantically demanding that I stand up and leave the area at once. Emmett held up a hand to silence him immediately, firmly stating that I was the only person he actually wanted to see, before pulling up a small plastic chair to join our drawing session.
