DAMIAN’S POV
The sun had dipped low and Elis’s birthday bash was already in full swing.
The backyard had been transformed into a dream: fairy lights twinkling like a million fireflies, the lawn rolled out perfectly underfoot, big enough for five hundred souls to mingle without bumping elbows.
Tables draped in crisp white linen dotted the space, and a massive ice sculpture of a goddamn robot stood in one corner (Elis’s idea, no doubt), dripping slowly into a crystal punch bowl.
I stood at the wrought-iron gates in my black Tom Ford tux, sleeves rolled once, collar open, playing head bouncer and flashing my best CEO grin at incoming guests.
Mark Zach, CEO of RoboCore Dynamics, rolled up in his Tesla Cybertruck, lookin’ like he’d just stepped off a TED Talk stage in a tailored gray suit.
