~CASSELBA'S POV
I ENSURE MY HEELS ARE SOFT on the marble floors as I move across the bright hall. A few plush lounges, sofas, and banquettes are scattered at the corners of the room where interested parties freely lean on, whilst they engage in syrupy conversation.
This was supposedly a philanthropic event but somehow the people around seem to make it about themselves. As I walk, I hear the loud baritones of egoistical men, arrogant hedge fund managers, and in general, cocky motherfuckers.
The women just stand by their side, offering a tight smile to every word that comes out of their mouth. I wonder if I'm the only one that notices the betraying glint in the women's eyes. Obviously, they wished they could be anywhere rather than curled on the men's arms.
