The seventh day of the Lunar New Year, night fell swiftly. Ignatius Leclair sat in a private suite at the Cloud Summit Club, overlooking the glittering nightscape of the Southern Seas.
Maximilian finished cross-checking the wedding guest list and the confirmation letters received, closed the folder, and knocked on the door to enter. He saw Mr. Leclair standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing into the distance while conversing with the psychiatrist, Sharn Joe.
Maximilian stretched his sore shoulders. This week had been utterly chaotic, turning day and night upside down. The corporation's workload was already heavy enough, and on top of that, he had to take over Miss Bessie Leclair's wedding preparations. Navigating the taboos and preferences of the political and business elite required tremendous effort to ensure every guest felt welcomed.
