Chapter 77

Had it not been for Booker’s birthday bash, their paths might never have crossed. The high. society circles weren’t exactly open for just anyone to stroll into.

Booker was Tarquin’s go–to guy, his right–hand man, and Zane? Well, Zane tagged along with a mutual buddy of Booker’s.

Zane knew he was punching above his weight class, but he was cool as a cucumber event when he realized Tarquin wasn’t drinking. With a grin that never wavered, he said, ‘Name’s Zane; I’m the current manager over at Newsom Group. Been looking forward to meeting. you, Mr. Bradford. Figured I’d take a shot and introduce myself today–here’s my card.”

Zane, with a gulp of courage, fished out his business card and extended it towards Tarquin.

Tarquin glanced at it but didn’t take it immediately.

Zane’s cheeks flared red with embarrassment, scrambling mentally for a graceful exit. Suddenly, Tarquin reached out, taking the card.

Zane blinked, a rush of elation tingling through him as he silently cheered.

Tarquin inspected the card briefly before sliding it into his pocket. Then, he lifted his glass and clinked it on the table before taking a sip.

Zane, feeling honored, quickly topped off his own glass and downed three drinks in quick succession!

never really left Zane’s interaction with Tarquin. Once they saw Tarquin accept Zane’s card and share

Such was the pull of Tarquin’s influence. Without uttering

Tarquin’s favor towards Zane was all for

sake.

had already returned to the private

mask her agitation, Elliot

“Mommy, what’s wrong?”

do you ask?” Elysia

his brows, observing her. “Your hair’s a mess, and your

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hurt?”

then did Elysia notice the cut on her hand–likely from the ceramic soap dispenser Gage had

little too excited, and accidentally knocked over the soap dispenser in the restroom. It was ceramic, and the shards cut

etched on his face. “Does

Mommy wouldn’t forget about it if

it’ll heal faster,” he offered with childlike sincerity.

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