For The Summit
Author: Ivy Rogers
last update2026-03-22 21:37:54

The security guard at the Boston Fairmont's grand ballroom entrance looked Derick up and down with undisguised contempt, and the man's expression made it clear he'd already decided this conversation would end with removal from the premises.

"Sir, the New England Business Summit is a VIP-only event," the guard said, positioning himself to block the doorway more completely. "General admission ended two hours ago."

Derick kept his voice level and calm. "I'm here for the summit. My name is Derick S
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