As the tension in the air thickened, the standoff between Alexander and Nathaniel Rockefeller seemed endless. Both men were immovable forces—Nathaniel with his entrenched old-money superiority and Alexander with his calm, almost detached power. The luxury cars parked around them gleamed under the dim city lights, a testament to their wealth and influence.
Just as the silence stretched on, the tension was broken by the arrival of a man in a fine manager-type suit. His attire was a masterclass in subtle wealth: a tailored, deep navy suit that whispered of taste rather than flaunting it. He approached with a calmness that immediately commanded attention.
"Gentlemen, please," he said, extending a hand toward the grand entrance of Hudson Heights. "The auction will be starting shortly. We invite you to come inside."
Nathaniel's lips curled into a thin smile. "Isn't this an invitation-only event?" he asked, gesturing sharply at Alexander. "How does he get to enter?"
