The city horizon sparkled in the brilliant tones of the nightfall as hero Robert Real, a very rich person, watched out from his penthouse. His heart beat with expectation as he watched the fantastic opening of his most recent endeavor, Real Pinnacles, an extravagance home in the core of the city. This evening, the enormous occasion establishes the groundwork for what Robert has worked for a really long time - an image of his tenacious aspiration, a demonstration of his craving to ascend from humble starting points to the zenith of riches and influence. Real Pinnacles was the crown gem of his tremendous domain, the most noteworthy demonstration of his name. Covering the whole floor, the dance hall was a scene of controlled bedlam. Exquisite light fixtures dangled from the high roof, projecting a warm shine on the cleaned marble floors and dazzling decorative layouts. The server strolled around to ensure everything was in line for the visitors. As Robert plummeted the fantastic flight of stairs, a hurricane of feelings and recollections twirled through his psyche. He came from a modest foundation, however through persistent assurance, clever business sharpness and infrequent merciless choices, he constructed a realm. Real Pinnacles was the zenith of his excursion - an indication of his developing riches. His contemplations floated back to his dad's unassuming home improvement shop, to the days when they battled to earn enough to get by. He was spooky by recollections of his dad's ragged hands and mother's worn out grin. The assurance to make a big deal about himself was profoundly engraved in him, which caused him to gather abundance at any expense. Robert's domain traversed land, innovation and even diversion. Authentic Pinnacles was the last piece of the riddle and the stakes were higher than at any other time. His opponent, Charles Warren, was reputed to plot a countermeasure that would jeopardize his initiation. Robert couldn't manage the cost of it. " Sir, everything is set up," said his confided in colleague Elizabeth, taking him back to the present. " Visitors are beginning to show up." Robert gestured, a decided look on his jaw. He really wanted all that to go flawlessly this evening. His standing, heritage and vengeance were in question. As the night advanced, Robert collaborated with lawmakers, superstars and financial backers, all keen on Real Pinnacles. The murmurs of esteem and jealousy were an ensemble to his ears. Charles Warren was no place to be seen, which just expanded Robert's assurance to succeed. Hours passed and the party was going full bore. Champagne streamed and visitors partook in the lavishness presented by Authentic Pinnacles. It was the ideal scenery for his last venture of retribution. Going through the group, he saw Elizabeth conversing with a bizarre man wearing a very much custom-made suit. Something about the association set off alerts to Robert. Elizabeth appeared to be tense, her typically quiet disposition giving way to a weak quake. Robert drew closer circumspectly and heard their discussion. " I don't have a clue," Elizabeth said in a low, stressed voice. The man bowed with a frosty articulation. " I accept you know, Miss Real. You ought to reevaluate your loyalties." Robert's heart was beating. He perceived the man as one of Charles Warren's nearby partners. Obviously Warren was attempting to attack the introduction. Elizabeth, her purpose now noticeable, addressed solidly: " My confidence is in Mr. Real. I won't double-cross him." The man's lips twisted into an unpropitious grin. " We'll see about that." Before Robert could intercede, the man withdrew into the group, leaving Elizabeth apparently shaken. He controlled himself when Robert drew closer. " What was going on with it?" - asked Roberto restlessly. Elizabeth wavered a second prior to talking. " I figure they could have something in me, something from quite a while ago. They're attempting to utilize it against us." Robert gripped his clench hands. He realize that Charles Warren was savage, however this was a little blow even to him. They needed to find what Warren had for Elizabeth and stop his arrangement. " We'll manage it," said Robert, turning his look to the subsiding figure of Charles Warren's sidekick. " However, first we need to quit opening." With restored assurance, Roberto got back to the party, completely mindful that the fight for his realm was not even close to finished. Fervor was in the air and the night guaranteed both triumph and selling out. As the night wore on, Robert couldn't shake the inclination that the genuine trial of his ascent to satisfaction was simply starting.