The party was in full swing and everyone was enjoying the event. In the short space of time since Rex Del Mundo set up home in the area, his regular soirees had become legendary. Anyone who was anyone needed to be there, to be noticed. Any politician, dignitary or would-be celebrity would cut off their left arm to be offered an invitation, to be seen in Rex Del Mundo"s company. Every sycophant wanted to be there – seeking favours, money or hoping to improve their own recognition, if only as a result of association.
Rex despised them all, but they served a purpose. They were at his beck and call whenever he wanted anything, whenever he needed to cut through some red tape. Rex was a facade, the real man went to great pains to preserve his own anonymity. His guests knew he was very rich and
