The marble gleamed beneath crystal chandeliers, casting a halo of light across the glittering main lobby of the brand-new Harrington Tower in Manhattan. It was the city’s most anticipated gala of the year: over two hundred guests, all wealthy, all powerful, all convinced the world revolved around them. Presiding over it all was Richard Harrington III, a tycoon whose fortune was only rivaled by his arrogance.
He moved through the crowd like a king, glass of whiskey in hand, each laugh and gesture carefully staged to remind everyone who held the crown. Among the sea of gowns and tuxedos, one figure went almost unseen. Naomi Carter, thirty-five, had been hired as a temporary cleaner for just three weeks.
Her plain black uniform and quiet steps were designed to keep her invisible. But fate—and Richard Harrington’s cruelty—had other plans. For illustrative purposes only
A slip, a gasp, and the crash of a glass tray shattered the room’s chatter.
Silence fell as Naomi knelt among the shards, her trembling hands picking up the pieces. Two hundred eyes locked on her, waiting. Richard’s voice thundered through the hush, dripping with mockery:
“If you dance this waltz, I’ll marry my son to you!”
Laughter rippled through the elite crowd.
Some chuckled openly, others pretended to be offended, but all leaned in for the show. At the edge of the room, Adrian Harrington, Richard’s twenty-eight-year-old son, whispered, horrified:
“Father, stop. This is ridiculous…”
But Richard, drunk on both whiskey and his own power, ignored him.
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