Ning pulled out his phone and called Blake.
"Sir Valen? How can I help you?" the angel's voice came from the other end.
"Do you know about the fundraiser happening today? The one—"
"Yes, of course," Blake said. "It's a big event."
"Can I enter the fundraiser?" Ning asked. "I need to get in there to meet someone."
"That... might be hard to do," Blake said in a hesitant tone. "Can you give me a second? I need to find something."
The call ended and Ning waited. He stared at the crowd gathered across the street, reporters with massive cameras constantly taking videos and pictures of the richest people in the city walking into the fundraiser.
Blake's call came not long after. "The president is already on his way there. If you want, I can arrange for you to enter with him."
"That would be perfect."
Twenty minutes later, Ning walked out of an alleyway and climbed into the large car that drove off.
