Vincent leaned against the polished oak railing of the club’s mezzanine, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room below. The regular bustle, the faint scent of polished wood, the muted clink of glasses, the hum of conversations was nothing new to him. He had run this club for years. He knew every guide, every regular, every rhythm. But tonight, something else occupied his attention. Alexander moved through the staff and guests with an ease Vincent hadn’t seen in years. There was no pretense in his posture, no calculated charm for appearances. He smiled at a guide giving a demonstration of safety protocols, genuinely engaged. He asked questions, listened intently, leaned in slightly to hear the responses, and, most importantly, allowed himself to be present in a way that was… new. Vincent’s brow tightened not in irritation, but in fascination. Change like this wasn’t accidental. Alexander Vale had always been a fortress. Commanding, precise, almost cruelly controlled. To see him move l
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