22 LET IT BE FAKE

“Where were you?” William snapped at Daniel, plastering a fake smile on his face when one of their investors passed by him. “I was going to introduce you to Mr. Ymre, but now he's been whisked away to meet Solorante.” The deep frown on Daniel's face further deepened as he rubbed his temples. “I was trying to talk to Anna,” he said, “but she r— left before I could ask her—” “Since when did Anna get into our industry?” William questioned, his lips pressed together in a thin line. It had taken him twenty years before he could get an invite to attend the party they were at, but Anna who wasn't in their industry was given access. “That’s what I was trying to find out,” Daniel said, his tone dripping with bitterness. “She mentioned it was Davis who brought her here, which means he must have gotten her an invitation or perhaps he brought her here.” “Either way, this is unfair—” William trembled with fury, ”—unethical! Even as my son, you weren't allowed to join us till you proved