That outing had been organized by several young ladies from the Capital Circle.
Quinn Sinclair was there at the time, too.
The head of the Sterling Conglomerate, a bewitching and alluring man, was dressed in vibrant colors. Beneath a fine V-neck, a serpentine chain necklace gleamed against his striking collarbones. He was handsome and dominant, and beneath his languid, refined eyes, a single beauty mark seemed to have been etched right into the hearts of every young lady present.
The rumor was he had dropped a major project just to be there.
Throughout the trip, he kept a respectful distance behind Celia Sterling, watching over her without interfering in her fun with the other young ladies. His assistant brought him a stack of remedial plans for the interrupted project, and he handled his work with effortless ease. Whenever he occasionally glanced up from his documents, his gaze would always find Celia's figure with unerring accuracy amidst the large group of women.
