“I must give a special thank-you,” she said, her voice full of pride, “to the company that made this evening possible — Whitestone Events. Everything was flawless!”

Polite applause followed. I lifted my glass, hiding a small smile.

Whitestone Events was mine.

And with that one sentence, she had handed me the power.

I typed a short message to my staff and pressed send.

Within moments, the waiters began folding linens and clearing plates.