“That’s nothing. My husband is the Vice President of Operations at Hamilton Global. That’s why we all live in the same gated community now.”

She tilted her head at me.

“What about you, Emily? What do you even do these days? You look stressed.”

I simply smiled politely.

“I run a small business,” I said calmly. “Sometimes I do consulting work.”

“Consulting?” Amanda snorted.

“That usually means unemployed but too embarrassed to admit it,” she said mockingly. “Emily, if you’d married rich like we did, life wouldn’t be so hard. My husband is the Head of Marketing at Hamilton Global. He’s very close to the company’s owner.”

I didn’t respond.

I just let them talk.

What they didn’t know was that Hamilton Global Corporation had been passed down to me by my grandfather the year before.

I was the Chairwoman and CEO.

But since I disliked publicity, very few people outside the executive board recognized me.

The three women continued bragging for nearly an hour, comparing houses, handbags, and luxury vacations while subtly insulting classmates who hadn’t “made it” yet.

Eventually, their rides arrived.

Three men in business suits walked into the restaurant looking exhausted after a long day at work.