His firm is completely collapsing, and you’re just sitting here in total luxury.”

I lifted a porcelain teacup, took a slow, measured sip, and set it down against the saucer with a sharp, clean click.

“Luxury?” I asked.

Victoria let out a dramatic, heavy sigh. “Look, sweetheart, I’ll willingly admit Dominic made a minor tactical error that afternoon. But it was an absolute misunderstanding.

He was under immense pressure from his venture rounds, the restaurant seating, our arrival…”

“Pressure?” My voice was completely flat. “He had the mental capacity to operate my personal luxury vehicle and chauffeur you all to a premium lunch in Manhattan.