My brothers were busy mingling, effortlessly weaving through conversations with businessmen and politicians. Their presence commanded attention, not just for their influence but for the ease with which they carried themselves. From across the room, I watched as several women attempted to flirt with them, only to be met with smooth, almost mechanical rejections. My brow arched slightly at how flawlessly they handled it—no hesitation, no awkwardness. It was clear they were used to this kind of attention, used to women hovering around them like moths to a flame.