He’d been invited to a "networking soirée." In reality, he was one of three nervous young men seated on a white leather sofa, clutching glasses of prosecco they didn’t know how to hold. Sekar entered, not with a flourish, but with a glide. She wore a simple cream silk blouse and tailored trousers. Her power wasn’t in embellishment; it was in subtraction. Everyone else in the room felt suddenly overdone.

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