Zelia was right. This night was nothing to sneeze at. Saz and I sit at the table with Jasper and a few other executives from the project. The rest of the room is filled with a diverse crowd of people. Unlike the art gala, everyone seems to be laughing and familiar with each other. A party of friends versus a party of polite, rich strangers. A roasted pig is being carried by waiters to the center of the room. I can only imagine the taste of roasted pork now. A true Miami celebration.
Jasper downs a shot and slams it on the table. “Must be a hell of a lot different than you're used to, ain't it, Mr. Bigshot?"
“I'm just lucky I talked you out of wearing the last outfit you showed me." Saz takes a sip of his dark-colored drink. Probably Brandy.
“What do you mean, man?" Jasper claps him on t
