At the far end of the room sat Conrad Everett.
The old man looked perfectly at home. His hair was combed back neatly, and he was wearing his usual designer suit. He was seated in a cushioned chair, surrounded by a few known personnel.
A uniformed guy informed Conrad of their arrival. His gaze immediately flew to the door's side. When he saw Gray, his lips stretched into a knowing smile. He rose from his seat with authority that made every camera in the room instinctively turn toward him.
"Ah, there you are," Conrad's deep voice echoed across the hall as everyone became silent when he stood up. He spread his arms lightly as though he were welcoming family into his home.
"Our guests of honor have arrived."
"…" Gray stiffened under the sudden attention. He could feel eyes turning towards him. A few photographers took pictures of him. He saw the flashes of cameras and heard the subtle clicks as they adjusted their cameras' focus to him.
