As James approached the table, the group of younglings turned to look at him. And he could see the curiousity, and assessing look in their eyes.
Some were also looking at him with guarded amusement, and others with mild disinterest.
There were about ten people total — a mix of men and women, most of them probably in their early-to-mid twenties.
The perfect gathering of heirs, heiresses, venture capital babies, and young elites playing at adulthood while balancing inheritance expectations.
Logan stood up when James reached them and extended his hand.
"James! Glad you made it," Logan said warmly.
James took the offered hand firmly, exchanging a subtle nod between them.
After the greeting, Logan turned to the group and started introducing James.
"Everyone, this is James Zolomon. A friend, and someone you should definitely get to know."
There were a few polite nods, some faint smiles, and more than a few were critical, measuring glances.
Logan began the introducing the group.
