The elite social scene was always the same: a sea of artificial smiles, luxurious outfits, and fleeting bonds. It felt like an exhausting cycle of vanity, where finding even one genuine person was as tough as hunting for a diamond in a dump. Everyone mingled, sporting the expressions that looked best for the cameras.For Ezekiel Sterling, there was no need to put on a show. He stood there like an unmovable iceberg, cold, distant, and famously uninterested in the social antics around him. Next to him, a woman clung to his arm, the only person he truly tolerated. She constantly checked his expression, her laughter ringing a bit too loudly as she tried to close the gap between them.“Thanks for picking me up at the airport earlier, Kiel. I thought for sure you’d be swamped with work,” Lynn Astor said, her bright smile fixed on him.Ezekiel glanced down at her, maintaining a neutral expression. “I made time. It’s been a while since you’ve been home,” he replied, his voice steady and fam
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