In the quiet, dimly lit corridor of the Shangri-La Circle, the air was heavy with the scent of expensive floor wax and the distant, muffled sounds of high-society revelry. Allen Morgan stood motionless for a heartbeat, his gaze fixed on Christian Hobbs. The clinical, business-like atmosphere of his dinner with the Turners felt worlds away from the raw, complicated reality standing before him.
Allen exhaled slowly, his voice dropping to a serious, low-frequency tone that commanded attention. "Are you planning to participate in the capital raise for the Stone family's project?"
Christian flinched slightly, the suddenness of the question catching her off guard. She hadn't expected him to be privy to the inner workings of the Stone coalition so quickly. After a moment of hesitation, she gave
