Liam was still trying to figure it out when a voice cut through the music.
"Good evening, everyone!"
A man in his fifties stood on a raised platform near the back of the room, holding a champagne flute.
Tanned skin, grey hair slicked back, wearing a suit that probably cost more than Liam's whole belongings.
He had the easy confidence of someone who owned the room—literally.
"Welcome to tonight's gathering. For those of you who are new, let me go over how we do things here."
Liam's attention snapped to him. The man's tone was casual, friendly even, but there was something practiced about it. Like he'd given this speech a hundred times.
