Chapter 95

EMILIA

“Diana Vanderbilt. Twenty-two years old. Stanford graduate at twenty, dual degrees in business management and software development. At fifteen, she pitched the integration of predictive AI algorithms into Vanderbilt Holdings’ financial analytics suite—a move that slashed risk margins by 38% and tripled profits in under two years. Only recognized child of Genevieve and Andrew Vanderbilt. Heir to their billion-dollar empire. Spends her time between golf clubs, tech summits, and black-tie galas. Owns six Range Rovers, vacation homes on every continent, and is allegedly already done with her PhD.”

I exhale. “All that’s missing is her blood type, coffee order, and the name of her pet snake.”

“A positive. Venti iced white mocha, extra caramel drizzle, vanilla sweet cream cold foam, five pumps of white mocha, four toffee nut, two hazelnut, topped with whip and cinnamon dolce sprinkles. Blonde espresso shot. Oat milk. Light ice. And Vixi.”

I pull the phone awa