Forty Years Ago
The party was in full swing the richest of the rich danced and swayed to the live music streaming through the grand corridors of the venue. It was chosen for its acoustics the reverberation time made the beautiful space the best place to hold the annual gala. He had been attending since he was a teenager, and he was twenty-five and a bachelor. His parents were wealthy and contributed to the event.
The partygoers usually never changed unless new money popped up and the piranas chose to bite. Piranas, that is how he thought of the wealthy business moguls. Donovan himself hated the people he watched from the corner. His family was rich from years of hard work by ancestors they never met, he wanted to be a man of his own. A man who made his own name. So, he took the liberty
