CHAPTER 11
Anyone who ran anything involving other people for long enough knew that the secret to pulling it off without going insane was delegation. I had people in charge of each step of the night, and more in place to oversee them. Each person involved had been through their instructions more than once, but I knew things rarely went off without some kind of hitch.
So far, my people had been able to handle all the little hiccups without me, which meant I was able to greet the guests with my father as they came in, and then stand around while they drank and stank up the room with their cigars. Most of them were my father’s age, though a few had their heirs in tow who were closer to mine, plus the twin betas who ran the town south of us who were even younger.
This had been deemed a no-b
