Rex took a slow breath, letting the mellow notes of the orchestra settle in his ears as he cast his gaze around the grand ballroom. The warm golden light shimmered across the marble floor and crystal chandeliers, dancing over tuxedos, couture gowns, and more luxury than a small nation could afford.
The kind of opulence that most people can only glimpse through magazine spreads, viral social media clips, or cinematic dreamscapes—so far removed from everyday life that it might as well be a fantasy realm reserved for the elite.
He strolled leisurely, red wine glass in hand, as if just enjoying the music, but in truth, his eyes were scanning everything.
Faces.
Names.
Power.
