Page 53 of Money Reigns

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She takes it.

Thanks her.

Sets it down on her desk like it might explode.

She stares at it for a beat. Then finally pulls the ribbon loose and opens the lid.

She freezes.

I zoom in slightly. Just enough to catch the flicker of shock on her face. Of disbelief.

Inside:

A custom-fitted gown. Deep emerald green. Structured stretch crepe, a fabric made to flatter every curve, hugging her waist and hips like a second skin, without clinging in the places she tries to hide. Sleek. Sculpted. Regal.

Not silk.

Not soft.

Powerful.

Exactly how she’ll look standing beside me tonight.

The note is simple, written in my own hand.

I want her to recognize it. To feel the shift. From assistant… tochosen.

You’re invited.

Tonight. 8PM.

I’ll pick you up

– W.

Her fingers tighten on the card.

Then she sits down.

Immediately stands back up.

Paces.

Pauses.

Moves toward the door, then stops short and turns around.

She stares at the dress again.

Goes to pick up her phone.

Puts it down.

Stares at it again.

Closes the lid.

Carries the box to the small couch in her office and sets it there like she needs distance.

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