# He Auctioned My Wedding Gown in Front of Manhattan. By Midnight, I Owned Everything He Thought Was His.

Certainty changed shape.

Grant lowered his glass.

“What is this?”

The chairman approached the stage.

“A special meeting of shareholders was called under Section Nine of the bylaws.”

“This is a private dinner.”

“It is also a corporate event attended by all required voting representatives.”

Grant looked at me.

I remained seated.

“You can’t hijack a gala.”

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