The opulent corridors of the Shangri-La Circle glittered under the warm glow of recessed amber lighting, reflecting off the polished marble floors that led toward the hotel's most exclusive wing. Situated in the heart of the bustling commercial district of the West Side, this establishment was the gold standard of luxury in Novus City, a place where the air itself seemed to smell of old money and quiet power.
At seven in the evening, Allen Morgan stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the Morgan villa, meticulously adjusting the cuffs of a tailored charcoal-black suit. The fabric was Italian silk, subtle yet undeniably expensive, a sharp contrast to the simple clothes he had worn for the past three years as a live-in son-in-law. Stepping out into the cooling night air, he hailed a ca
