Demetrio's POV
I had been to enough of these events to move through them on autopilot, which was useful because it freed the part of my mind that actually mattered to do what it was there for. While the rest of the room drank and laughed and performed their various versions of important, I stood at the edge of it with a glass of scotch and watched. The glass was good crystal, heavy in the hand, the kind that cost more than it needed to. I turned it once, slowly, and watched the room over the rim.
