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"A reading?" "Tomorrow night," she says. "After the First Contact event. A public reading of selected chapters. You, performing your own story. Millions will attend virtually. It’s perfect publicity timing." I look at the clock. 12 hours. "Tomorrow is... complicated," I say. "It's dangerous," Alex says, taking the phone. "Evelyn's loyalists are planning an attack. A public event makes us a target." "We can secure the feed," the publisher argues. "Virtual attendance only."

I whispered. He offered his arm. “Let them see.” And just like that, we stepped into the night—a storm dressed in black silk and dominance. The Cross Foundation Gala was less an event and more a carefully staged performance of power. Held at The Blackstone—the Hamptons’ crown jewel—it didn’t just impress. It warned. Every detail dripped with restraint and decadence: black lacquered tables gleamed like oil under the warm flicker of onyx candles, each flame mirrored in smoked crystal glassware. The scent of dark roses and aged bourbon drifted through the air, threading between murmured conversations and the quiet, arrogant hum of old money and even older secrets.

Either way, she clearly underestimated how little I gave a damn about what anyone thought. Christian: It’s unnecessary, but if it makes you happy, I’ll do it. When’s your event? Lena: Thursday night. Tig and Delia are throwing a party at their tattoo shop for the shop’s one-year anniversary. Christian: Friday night. Pink Ribbon Gala at the Met. It’s a fundraiser I support every year. Lena: A gala? Better dye my hair to match my gown. Christian: So… is that a yes? Lena: It’s two yeses. Two dates. So yeah.

The party was organised at NYC Magic grounds, a little further into a forest but the safest of them all. We selected our suits and were ready to step into Mid-June, half yearly party organised by the Business Summit Committee. As I watch Ravine clothe herself in a shape wear, I furrow my eyebrows at her choice. Just then, the sound of my phone ringing distracts me from my thoughts. Getting up from my seated composure, I go to the bedside table to collect my phone.

“And bytheway I'm not only your boss. I'm your best friend.” "Here." she handed me a gold brown manila envelope. "This is the invitation card, you should bring this with you, the address and time is also written in it." I took the envelope and opened it. GoldBar, 389 Broome St, New York, NY 10013. 8:00 PM. "Wow her launch will be held in a nightclub?" I asked surprised. The envelope felt so soft and fancy. Ximena nodded her head. "Yes, but a really fancy one. I bet Kendall Jenner and Gigi Hadid will be there."

Ruby apologized. Blake stretched his arm and gently stroked Ruby's hair, saying, "You shouldn't be. None of this was your fault and as you can see, I'm good. It's a very shallow cut so I will be discharged before the D day…" His voice trailed off as he realized he wasn't supposed to say that in front of her. "D day? Is there something I don't know of?" Ruby asked curiously. 'There are a lot of things you have no idea of.' Chloe and Blake thought to themselves before Blake went on to say, "It's– it's just this annual party being held at Knightley.& Gallery. I was invited…I thought you knew that's why I said it."

Knowing there was no changing Khloe's mind, Barney placed an invitation on the table. "There's a business summit in Goldmont City tomorrow night. It's being held in conjunction with Hunt Group's charity fundraising campaign. I heard Nick will be attending in person. Morrison Group has also been invited to give a speech. I've arranged a seat for you in secret. If you go, you'll see him." With that, Barney rose and left. Khloe reached out and touched the invitation. Her gaze darkened instantly. The following evening, a steady stream of guests arrived at the entrance of the Goldmont City Business Summit.

Even his hair had a quality of gentleness and nobility… Annabeth felt her heart beating strongly. However, she quickly suppressed her emotions. Josh took the lead, sitting down on the sofa in the living room. Right after that, Annabeth carefully sat next to him and went straight to the point. “Tomorrow morning, you’ll go to Goldfield Plaza at ten o’clock to promote Chanel’s perfume exhibition… “The exhibition lasts for an hour. After that’s done, we’ll have to go to LB Magazine for a cover shoot as well as for a few content pages…

The atmosphere was lighter now that Barnabas was gone, but the air still felt thin. Ben walked up to Jeremiah. He had a wide, eager smile on his face as he reached out to shake hands. “Alpha, I hope the little scene earlier won't sour our partnership,” Ben said. “I would really like to see you at the opening of the Aurora Resort next Wednesday. It is going to be a massive event. The whole board will be there to celebrate.” Jeremiah took his hand. His grip was firm, but his expression remained unreadable. “Thank you for the invite, Ben.”

I typed quickly, thumbs steady. Me: There's a product launch tomorrow at Bayfront Convention Center, main hall, 4 p.m. I have reserved VIP seats right up front for you three. Come watch it go live. The after party starts at 8 p.m. in the rooftop lounge. Be my guests. All three of you. I hit send. A small smile tugged at my lips as I pictured them walking in tall, sure, eyes only on me. The replies came almost instantly. Noah: Front row. I wouldn't miss it.