Kelvin's POV
I’d been in some posh places in my life—running a luxury hotel chain does that for you—but this? This was something else entirely. The room Jerom had picked for this little meeting was over the top, even by my standards. Golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, floors so polished you could see your reflection in them, and some kind of exotic music playing softly in the background. But what really hit me was the waiter.
“Would you like another glass, sir?” he asked, holding up a crystal water pitcher. The price of that water was so obscene I almost choked when I heard it. I gave a tight nod, trying to mask my annoyance.
“Three hundred dollars for a glass of water. Jesus,” I muttered under my breath once the waiter was out of earshot.
Jerom, lounging across from me in
