She then shifted her gaze to the tall building.
The Golden City Hotel glowed against the night sky, its warm golden lights reflecting off the polished marble steps that led into the building. It was not the most extravagant venue in the city, but it was expensive enough to make a statement. Ten to twenty thousand euros per reservation ensured that only those who believed they had succeeded in life could comfortably attend.
This reunion was never about friendship.
It was about proof.
Proof that people had made it. Proof that years had not been wasted. Proof that status still mattered.
Two suited greeters stood by the entrance, bowing politely as sleek vehicles pulled up one after another. Mercedes. BMW. Range Rovers. Each arrival turned heads, each engine hum announcing silent compet
