Daisy had always known Damon was wealthy, but in her mind, his wealth had lived in the comfortable realm of millions, impressive but still within reach of comparison, still something Ravyn could tower over if he chose to flex hard enough.
Billions, though, that was a different universe entirely, a different level of power, the kind that shifted balances quietly without announcing itself. And as she stood there replaying his casual mention of fifty billion like it had been pocket change, something inside her recalibrated.
She had long ago learned how to position herself beside power without truly belonging to it. With Ravyn, she played her role well. In public, she was polished and poised, the graceful partner at his side.
In private gatherings, she adapted effortlessly, charming investors, smiling through conversations she barely cared about, laughing at jokes that weren't funny because it kept her in the room.
