Gregory's POV

The ballroom glittered with decorations and chandeliers that dropped with crystal and wealth. It

was the kind of event where champagne flowed like water and the smile of everyone present hid

an agenda. Gregory stood at the edge of the ballroom, came in hand, eyes scanning the

polished and bright faces around.

He'd spent a lifetime building an empire, navigating men who smiled with knives hidden behind

them. Tonight was no different, beautiful women and men covering up with ...