Anthony didn't seem like someone to be dismissed lightly, and his interest in David likely went beyond the surface.
The thing was, David had seen enough in his life to know that power was rarely as clean as it looked. Anthony might hold sway in these social circles, but David had come from a world where control was fought for tooth and nail.
Where manipulation was just as brutal as any physical confrontation. And he had no intention of losing his footing here, no matter how subtle the game was.
A shadow moved in David's periphery, drawing his attention to a young man approaching with quiet confidence.
He was probably around David's age, dressed in a sleek black suit, and a small silver flower adorned the left breast of his jacket.
His dark hair was neatly styled, and he carried himself with the kind of ease that suggested he was no stranger to events like this.
