As the night progressed, I sensed the burden of the event bearing down on me. The throng, the murmurs, the subtle flow of influence that permeated each discussion—it was simply excessive, utterly daunting. However, I was aware that I couldn’t go, not at this moment.
Just as I was ready to speak to Alexander, the lights unexpectedly flickered.
A loud bang reverberated in the space, causing the audience to burst into disorder.
I glanced over to witness Alexander’s eyes blaze with rage, his hand clenching into a fist.
And then I saw him.
A figure in the shadows, slipping away into the night—Max Carter.
But it wasn’t just him. Someone else was with him. Someone I hadn’t seen before.
The room was about to erupt into something far worse than I had anticipated.
Alexander’s grip tighte
