Oren
Thirteen years ago
It wasn't my normal gathering. Thirty thousand dollars a plate was steep, no matter how much money Demetri Enterprises was grossing. Nevertheless, I was here, dressed to kill in a custom tuxedo. One simply didn't rent a tuxedo for such an affair.
The convention hall was filled with white lights and Christmas decorations, creating a chic and festive atmosphere. Maybe it was because this was my first Christmas as a divorced man. Maybe it was that Lennox would be staying with his mother for the holidays. No matter the reason, I'd accepted the invitation to this fundraiser. My gift to myself.
Merry f*****g Christmas.
When I received the invitation, I decided that attending the fundraiser was my chance to show my success in my own backyard, prove that Demetri belo
