THE dim, ambient lighting of Club Elegance cast a luxurious glow over the bustling crowd. The air was thick with the hum of laughter and conversation, punctuated by the clinking of glasses. Oswald entered the club with his usual air of confidence, his entourage behind and in front of him, his associates already gathered at a reserved table near the back.
As he approached, they rose to greet him, their faces lit with admiration and respect. Toasts were raised, and congratulations were exchanged. Oswald accepted them all with a composed nod, his sharp eyes scanning the room.
Nathan, his ever watchful guard, stood nearby, his gaze never straying far from Oswald. As the celebration continued, Oswald felt a sense of satisfaction he rarely allowed himself.
The contract had been a monumental
