“Just verifying the donor list for the press release,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

She walked into the alcove, the silk of her dress rustling against the chairs.

“You work so hard,” she said. “Tristan always said you were detail-oriented.”

“He would know,” I said coldly.

Khloe looked at the laptop screen, but I had already minimized the transfer window.

“This auction is very important to my family,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “We expect everything to run smoothly.”

“I’m just doing my job,” I said.

“Good,” she said, leaning closer. “Because Tristan and I have a lot riding on tonight. I would hate for any administrative errors to ruin it.”

She gave me a long, cold look, then turned and walked back toward the ballroom.

The USB drive clicked, signaling the download was complete.

I pulled the drive out and slipped it into my evening bag.

My hands were shaking.

I stood up and walked out of the alcove, avoiding the main ballroom floor.

I headed down the long, quiet hallway that led to the private gallery viewing rooms.