The high crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling of the grand ballroom threw bright, golden light across hundreds of rich faces. The large room was so quiet you could hear a small pin drop onto the dark marble floor. Every single billionaire, famous politician, and high society lady held their breath, their eyes locked on the elevated stage at the end of the hall.

Harrison Sterling, the arrogant old president of the Elite Board, stood behind the glossy wooden podium. His fingers gripped the edges of the central microphone so hard his knuckles turned completely white. He raised his chin, his cold, mean eyes glaring down at Clara Vance with...