Xenia drifted over with a bright, practiced smile and gave Stan a small wave.
"Young Master Harrison, what a coincidence running into you here."
Hearing her, Stan knew that it was useless playing dumb
"Yeah Xenia, quite the coincidence," Stan replied, the faintest curl at the corner of his mouth.
Across the store, Kyle Jennings nearly dropped the shirt he was holding.
His jaw actually fell open. 'What. What the hell?!'
Xenia, the woman who'd just spent the last twenty minutes politely freezing him out of every conversation, was now leaning into Stan Harrison's personal space with a smile so warm it could have melted the marble floor. She was acting like she'd known him for years. Like they'd arrived together.
This was the same Xenia who, less than an hour ago, had barely bothered to acknowledge Kyle's existence, despite the three hundred thousand dollars he'd dropped in her livestream room the night before just to buy her attendance.
