At the door stood Maya and Emma. Maya looked like she owned the room already gown cut dangerously short, thighs bare, makeup sharp enough to cut glass, confidence rolling off her in waves. Emma was different. Her dress fell just below the knee, modest, but the slim straps left her shoulders bare. She kept tugging at the hem, adjusting, trying to make herself smaller, more covered. Maya pulled her phone out to text Benji, but a voice cut through the moment. “Hey, girls. Over here.” They turned, plastered on polite smiles, and started toward the table. The smiles slipped the closer they got. Because Benji hadn’t been exaggerating. These weren’t just people. David the dancer who broke the internet last month. John the singer whose voice was on every playlist. Timothy Hollywood’s next big thing. Benji leading man, box office draw. Luther renowned surgeon, name on every elite patient list. And Alex businessman, doctor, and rumor said this people were billionaire
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