"You really want to stir up trouble here?" Michael asked in a worried tone.
"I'm not stirring up trouble. I'm just setting the stage for his downfall. Michael, my advice to you is to stay near the bar and enjoy the show. You don't want to be between me and Marcus when we clash."
A few minutes later, the main hall doors opened with a loud bang. Marcus Thorne walked in, face flushed and tie slightly askew. He wasn't wearing formal attire appropriate for a Vance Corp event, as if he had just run from his office.
He scanned the entire room until his eyes landed on me. He walked through the crowd of guests, ignoring the cynical looks from the elites who were annoyed by his rough presence.
"Henry! You bastard!" Marcus shouted when he reached me.
Silence immediately blanketed the room. Micha
