Today was my first official day as a member of Pine Press Country Club and I'll tell you right now.
I didn't get enough sleep.
I had spent the night tossing and turning on my bed in excitement.
In fact, I'd never been this excited since I was sixteen when I lost my virginity.
I was grinning from ear to ear as I pulled into the parking lot.
I took a moment to glance around at the parade of luxury cars around me.
Once again, my Senna was just another face in the crowd, but that was fine.
Today wasn't about showing off. It was about learning the dos and don't of this new… world.
Yes. The right word is world because the distance between rich and poor is so vast, it's like they're two worlds apart.
I stepped out of the car, looking up to see Noah already waiting near the entrance.
He was leaning casually against a stone pillar. He greeted me as I approached with a grin and nonchalant wave.
"Welcome to your first day as a member of Pine Press." Noah said. "With Mila busy with her brand stuff, it falls to me to take you around and show you the ropes."
I nodded, returning his grin. "Sounds good, man."
"Let's go." He said as he clapped me on the shoulder
We began walking towards the main building and this time I looked around, admiring the view.
The grounds had the kind of garden that won't look out of place in a painting.
I never did understand the hype around the Mona Lisa but if this was the painting, I would've applauded.
In one word, it was perfection.
Noah pointed at the first building we walked towards it.
"This here is the main clubhouse. It's where you'll find the bar, restaurant, and a few private lounges."
He leaned in like he wanted to give me advice, grinning conspiratorially.
"It's always good to keep a tab open here. You never know who you'll bump into."
He opened the door and we walked into the clubhouse.
It was like entering into another world but that was probably the effect of the air conditioning.
The place was that perfect temperature in which it was not cold enough to feel like winter and not warm enough to be uncomfortable.
A few of the club members sat at the bar, nursing drinks and talking quietly among themselves.
Noah led me past them, nodding to a few familiar faces as we walked through.
"You see that guy by the window?" Noah said, tilting his head subtly toward a man dressed in a navy suit.
"That's Philip Kane. He's in the shipping industry. Owns half of the docks in Crownsborough. Good guy to know if you ever need anything moved."
I glanced over at Philip, who was deep in conversation with another member.
I made a mental note of the name while appreciating the fact that it was Noah giving me this tour.
He continued the tour, leading me through the private lounges and the restaurant.
As we moved around, I couldn't help but be impressed by the roster of wealthy people the club had.
It somehow managed to feel like these were the people who controlled the gears of the city.
The quiet powerhouses you didn't hear about but who made the big moves behind the scenes.
As we walked, Noah pointed out more familiar faces.
"See that woman there, by the window? That's Nancy Draconi. She's been coming here for years. Her family has ties to old New York banking money."
I nodded, impressed by the amount of wealth gathered in one place.
These weren't just successful people. They were generational powerhouses.
And this was the crowd I needed to integrate with.
"Everyone here knows everyone else." Noah explained as we continued our tour.
"It's all about maintaining relationships, being seen, and keeping things cordial."
"But we have a few unspoken rules here."
I perked up at that. I didn't want to be the odd one out by breaking the rules just because I didn't have anyone to tell me of them.
That… will be the fastest way to get myself ostracized. And we definitely don't want that.
"The rules are not much." Noah spoke. " Just don't talk shop too much unless you're in a private lounge. And always pay attention to who's around you. Conversations travel fast here."
I nodded.
We finally made our way out of the clubhouse and into the open air part of the club.
The golf courses stretched into the distance but we didn't move that way.
Instead, we moved towards the… smaller courts.
They had volleyball, basketball and many more courts including of course, tennis.
We stood there, watching the few members that were already playing.
Quinn wasn't here yet.
"These are the kind of places where the real networking happens." Noah said, gesturing at the courts.
"You'll hear more business deals get done here than in any boardroom. People do let their guard down a little when they're in the middle of a game."
I chuckled, keeping that in mind. "So, you're telling me that those casual matches are just another form of negotiation."
"Pretty much." Noah grinned. "But some people take the game pretty seriously, so you'll want to keep up."
"It's a good thing you like tennis because it's a big deal here among real estate types like you."
I raised a brow.
"You win a few games, and suddenly people start inviting you to their private events. Lose? Well, you might have to work a little harder."
We shared a laugh.
The key here was not the match but how you portray yourself.
You had to make yourself known without coming off as desperate.
Easy to plan, hard to pull off.
We walked past the courts and circled back to a view of the golf course.
"And there's golf, the surest way of making connections regardless of industry. A round of golf can be the difference between a casual acquaintance and a business partner."
We continued walking, passing by the private spa area and the heated swimming pools.
Everything about the club had been specifically designed to make sure the elite had every possible thing they wanted at a moment's notice.
It was basically rich people heaven.
By the time we got back to the main clubhouse, my head was buzzing and I can say that I now had a better sense of how things worked at Pine Press.
"So, what do you think so far?" Noah asked as we stopped by one of the lounge entrances.
I glanced around, taking it all in. "It's impressive. I think I'll love it here."
"That's the spirit." He grinned.
"Thanks for showing me around, Noah." I looked him in the eye. He was a pretty upstanding guy. "I appreciate it."
"No problem." He said with a smile. "We've all been the new guy at some point."
As we turned to look back at the courts, I had an idea.
"How about we put some of that advice you gave me into practice?" I asked with a grin.
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"
I smirked, nodding toward the tennis courts. "A game of tennis."
"You're on."