Damian POVThe invitation comes in a cream envelope with heavy paper and gold embossing, and my name is written in cursive so fancy I almost do not recognize it.I turn it over in my hands. No return address and no name. Just a date and a location and the word "black tie" at the bottom.Mark is sitting across from me in his office, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He watches me read it."Who sent it?" I ask."That is the question."I set the envelope on his desk. The cream paper looks out of place against the wood grain, surrounded by coffee cups and ash trays and stacks of paper held down by a knife."You do not know?""I have a guess." He taps ash into the tray. "The guest list is private. The host is anonymous. But people like Jerald do not stay in the shadows forever. Eventually, they want to be seen.""Jerald sent this?""I think someone who wants to impress Jerald sent this. Or someone who wants to put you in a room with him." Mark leans back in his chair. "Either way, i
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