King of Diamonds

Chapter one The conference hall glittered under a canopy of exotic chandeliers, their light bounced off colorful ribbons meticulously arranged to add a touch of elegance and class. Business elites from across the globe gathered, dressed impeccably in sharp suits and glamorous gowns. The atmosphere hummed with ambition as attendees exchanged ideas, formed new connections, and expanded their networks. Dorian entered the hall quietly, exuding an air of calm and composure. He represented Regal Edge Innovations Ltd, a tech company that aimed to blend sophistication and cutting-edge technology. He wasn't adorned in opulent attire, but his poised and calculating demeanor set him apart. Choosing a seat that gave him a sweeping view of the room, Dorian carefully observed the mingling crowd with keen eyes. The wealth in the room was palpable, but he noticed a few individuals who stood out from the average attendee, including a peculiar couple seated adjacent to him. They whispered and chuckled among themselves, glancing at their watches frequently as if anticipating something imminent. Dorian wondered what they might be up to but quickly shifted his focus elsewhere. The host, Naomi Hart, was a striking woman with a radiant smile and captivating hazel eyes. She wore a fitted emerald green gown that complemented her graceful figure and understated jewelry that added a touch of sophistication. Her jet-black hair was neatly styled, giving her an elegant and polished look. Naomi exuded confidence and warmth, making her presence felt effortlessly as she welcomed the attendees with charm and poise. She took the stage, and the room fell silent. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Global Tech & Innovation Summit. Today, we’re gathered not just to discuss innovation but to lay the groundwork for collaborations that would shape the future." The day unfolded with stimulating panel discussions, breakout sessions, and interactive tech showcases. Dorian remained a quiet observer, taking mental notes as he listened intently to the dialogues around him. His reserved presence drew little attention, but those who engaged with him found his insights both sharp and thought-provoking. As the event began to wind down, Dorian noticed the empty seat adjacent to him. "The couple... they left already," he thought, surprised. "Maybe it was time to leave too." He got up and was about to leave when an elegantly designed ticket dropped from his lap. He looked puzzled but picked up the ticket nonetheless and placed it on the table. He paused, looked around the hall, and found everyone engaged before walking out. He was about to take a cab when he felt a sense of paranoia. He looked back at the entrance of the hall and found the interesting couple watching him keenly. He stopped and returned their gaze. They noticed his stare, whispered to themselves, and giggled once more before the woman walked up to Dorian. All of these actions amused Dorian. "These two were made for each other, they’re both mentally ill," he thought to himself with a chuckle as she approached him. "Mr. Corwin, I hope the day has been enriching for you." Dorian nodded politely. "Indeed. It has been insightful." "I'm Mrs. Montclair," she said as she stretched out her hand for a handshake. "I must say, your contributions during the discussions have not gone unnoticed. You're a very promising young man. Kindly honor the invite given to you." "Which invite?" Dorian asked. Mrs. Montclair, already leaving, turned back and smiled beautifully, replying, "We know you know." She continued, "A select group of our attendees has been invited to an exclusive gala dinner taking place in two days. It’s a more intimate setting, designed for deeper conversations and meaningful connections. You’ve been personally invited." Dorian couldn't hide his amusement this time as he bent his head down to let out a chuckle. "What invitation?" he asked again. Mrs. Montclair, with a more serious expression, said, "The ticket in your pocket." Dorian, looking perplexed, subconsciously put his hand in his pocket and found the same ticket he clearly remembered returning to the table. He assumed it had come from there. Mrs. Montclair wore a victorious smirk on her face as she enjoyed the confused state Dorian found himself in. He noticed her facial expression and quickly composed himself. "Uhm, I appreciate the offer. I’ll make time to attend," he said, watching her walk back to her husband, who had been watching their entire conversation. Dorian couldn't shake the eerie feeling lingering from his encounter with Mrs. Montclair as he journeyed home.