David arrived back at the Raye mansion the next morning, his thoughts still buzzing from the previous evening's events.
Patricia Herrington's careful charm, the cold animosity from Vanessa and Vincent, and Robert Kensington's encouraging words weighed heavily on his mind.
He had entered a world where alliances and power plays were made with every word, every handshake. But one thing was clear: he would have to tread carefully.
As David stepped out of the car, Jack was already at the door waiting. He gave David a small, respectful nod before guiding him into the mansion. The silence inside seemed heavier than usual, as if the house itself could feel the shift in the air.
David's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to find a message from Patricia.
