The gaunt man had no choice but to explain it to him again. Although he didn't go into every little detail, he spoke in broad strokes.
After listening, the man could only sigh and say, "This circle is really chaotic."
This was no longer a situation that could be explained away by a simple love triangle.
While they were talking about this, someone else arrived at the door.
Amongst their wealthy second-generation peers, most knew each other to some degree, often arranging to meet for drinks or to hobnob with celebrities.
Today it's your turn to organize; tomorrow it's mine. They're all acquaintances when you get down to it, just indulging in food, drink, and fun, ignorant and unskilled, but with enough family wealth to squander for several lifetimes.
