I took the elevator to the top floor. As the doors opened, the music, laughter, and clinking of glasses washed over me.

Spencer was in the middle of the room. Paisley, clinging to his arm, kissed his cheek in front of everyone, and he made no attempt to stop her.

A young businessman approached me. “I’ve never seen her before. Which family does she belong to?” he murmured to his friend.

I didn’t answer them. The man followed my gaze to Spencer and smiled.

“Ah, Mr. Conway,” the man said to me. “They say he’ll soon announce something with Paisley Daley. Although, according to rumors, he has a secret wife, a woman he is too embarrassed to bring into public.”