Travis leaned against the cool marble of the foyer's column, his arms crossed over his chest as he observed the cluster of women huddled by the grand staircase. Their voices were a symphony of hushed tones and clucking tongues, each note laced with scandal and pity.

　　"Did you hear about Camila Martinez?" one of the women said in a faux whisper that was meant to carry. "Her father has completely turned his back on her. Told everyone at the club not to engage in business with ...