The Ashworth Gallery sparkled under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, transformed from its usual minimalist aesthetic into an intimate gathering space. Isabella had personally overseen every detail—from the curated guest list of sixty elite clients and potential partners to the precise arrangement of white orchids cascading from brushed gold pedestals. Everything needed to be perfect tonight.
"The Davies team just arrived," Marcus murmured, appearing at Isabella's side as she greeted the Chinese ambassador. "They're in the east wing."
Isabella nodded almost imperceptibly, finishing her conversation with practiced charm before excusing herself. Marcus fell into step beside her, his tailored suit concealing the athletic build of someone who did more than just carry her schedule.
"How many?" she asked quietly.
"Four. Samuel Davies, Patricia Winters, Ryan Baker, and someone new—a woman named Elise sasaki. Looks like their head of marketing."
