By morning, the video had been watched two million times.
Silveria found out at breakfast, when Sasha burst into the dining room waving her phone like a flag. "Two million! Do you know what the comments say? 'Who is she and what did she do to him?' This one says, 'Put her on the cover of everything.'"
"Sasha, please," Silveria groaned, hiding behind her teacup.
Damien, at the head of the table, didn't look up from his tablet. But his ears were a little red. "Has the board called?"
"Four times," said Felix, who had arrived in a rush with three phones in his hands. "They're thrilled. The stock went up two points."
"Because I danced?"
"Because you smiled, boss. Investors love a smile." Felix dropped into a chair and stole a piece of toast off Silveria's plate. "Speaking of which, the Marchetti meeting is confirmed. Three days on the coast. You leave at noon."
Damien nodded. Then he glanced at Silveria, and she saw him hesitate, which almost never happened.
