In My Double Digits Era Invitation Novels & Stories

The invitation arrived on heavy cream stationery embossed with the Voss family crest. *Private dinner. Saturday. 8 p.m. Close friends only.* Victor had decided to celebrate the Singapore deal closing. Twelve people. Intimate. The kind of night where everyone would be watching everyone else over expensive wine and slow-roasted lamb. Damien almost declined. Then Elara texted from the new number she rotated every few days. **Wear the black shirt. The one that makes your arms look illegal. I’ll be thinking about them holding me down the entire night.**

-- J When the invitation came I did not hesitate.

The front steps almost looked endless, more than ten in total, leading up to the grand double doors. Families and couples ascended ahead of me, their smiles wide, their voices filled with excitement. This wasn’t just a party, it was a celebration, one to honor their victory. The case dismissed. Of course, the room would be filled with their allies, their puppets, their power brokers. Reaching the top, I paused. The man stationed by the door glanced my way. I fished the black, sleek invitation card from my clutch. The embossed Sicilian Medusa shimmered under the light.

Mia fiddled with the files she was holding before bringing out a card "This came in when you were out to have lunch" Elle raised an eyebrow at the card. Looking at it, it looked like an invitation card from wealthy personnel who could be hosting a party. As a well-known businesswoman, Elle received different types of invitations every time. Everybody wanted her presence at their party. Elle took the black card swirling it back and forth. Who made this type of invite with dark colors only? Black and ash? What a combination. She opened it to find a weird text 'INVITATION TO GALA— Time– 4 pm — Host Ethan Cephas'.

The invitation arrived on a Tuesday morning like a declaration of war disguised as courtesy. Angela stared at the heavy cream envelope, its embossed letterhead catching the morning light that streamed through her father's kitchen window. The annual Industry Excellence Gala—where careers were made and destroyed over champagne and calculated whispers, where the line between networking and warfare blurred until they became indistinguishable.

I started to do a double back in my head but I was getting nothing. “So you did not hear anything.” Mum said with a sigh after reading my expression. “I said your dad and I are going to be away until Sunday evening, your aunt Mara had twins. So they are m throwing a small party and a thanksgiving dinner.” “Oh wow! Congratulations to her that is awesome!” I said and then I thought about something quickly. “Why am I not invited?” Dad and mum exchanged a look. “Well, it’s more of an adult’s party, besides you have a lot of school stuff I didn’t think you would like to come.” Mum said and then her face twitched in to a guilty smile. “You can come along if you want to-“

Colt tried to calm his sudden outburst by changing the topic once again, "But now I'm pretty curious about what are you going to do about that dog treat?" "That... I don't know!" "Seriously, I had no idea that she would give you the invite!" Colt replied with a surprised expression,"That was quite a dog treat if you ask me!" "I have the option to avoid it, " Creed squinted his eyes as if he was having trouble to choose, "but this invitation is quite tempting indeed…" Creed poked at his digital watch and saw an official invitation to a party. This invite had a miscellaneous date stamped on it. However, the date of the party was far less important than the actual purpose and venue of the party

Are you coming? Theo leaned back in his chair, considering the invitation, though his expression remained unreadable. Daniel placed a sleek, gold-edged invitation card on Theo's desk. His name shimmered under the office lights. Theo's brows furrowed. Another eightieth birthday banquet. It seemed like half of California's wealthy elite were reaching this milestone lately. Daniel leaned against the desk, his grin widening. You'd better bring a partner this time. Theo glanced up, suspicion clouding his features.

Written in elegant golden script, the invitation proclaimed: "Hi, Though we have not met, you have caught my attention for quite some time. I have heard whispers of remarkable entrepreneurs in South Korea achieving extraordinary success, and you are among them. I have chosen a select group of business leaders and their teams to join me in a celebration as we welcome the New Year. I’ve been advised that you excel in your field of expertise. If you believe you are the best, consider yourself cordially invited to an exclusive end-of-year gala. Flawless Inc. 1119 Superior Avenue Chicago, Illinois 60611 A chuckle escaped my lips, a mix of amusement and disbelief. “Who could this be? Have I crosse

(June, 17…One Month Before The Contract Marriage ) It was already past ten when I walked in. The grand gate opened as I handed over my invitation card, the golden emblem catching the dim light. This wasn’t just any event—it was the event, exclusive to only the VVIPs from every major business sector. The kind of gathering where fortunes were made or ruined over a single conversation.