3
Aurora
Present
Drastic measures.
They aren’t something I want to take, but something I have to.
I’m only playing the cards I’ve been dealt. Well, I’m also paying for not being more careful, but it’s pointless to ponder on the past.
I, of all people, know that so well.
The wedding isn’t what I expected from grandiose families like the Kings and the Steels.
It’s a simple ceremony with a few people present. They’re probably the elite of the elite if they managed to get invited to this event.
I sure wasn’t.
Instead, I spent an entire week trying to forge an invitation. I ended up going out with one of Steel Corporation’s leaders, Agnus Hamilton. He’s not just the CFO. He’s also Ethan Steel’s right-hand man.
In a way, I killed two birds with one stone. I got to learn more about the corporation — not that he talked a lot on that subject. I also got invited to the wedding as his plus-one. I didn’t even have to try as hard as I predicted.
Agnus gave me a direct opening into Ethan Steel’s entourage.
He only escorted me inside the reception area, then disappeared somewhere.
I’ll have to find him so he can introduce me to Ethan, but first… I need to practice my pitch again.
That’s why I’m standing in a secluded area by the buffet table, nibbling on a piece of lobster and taking note of my surroundings.
The wedding reception is set up around the pool of the Steel household. The bride’s home.
The afternoon’s dim sun glints on the surface of the water, illuminating the light blue colour. It’s an elegant picture frame filled with distinguished men in expensive tuxedos and women in designer gowns.
My research paid off in recognising almost all of the big shots present here today. I learnt early on to never be blindsided, and for that very reason, I did as much research as possible.
For instance, the shorter man in a sharp tuxedo is Lewis Knight, secretary of state. He’s smiling at something the two men with aristocratic features have said. They’re actual nobles with titles. Duke Tristan Rhodes and Earl Edric Astor.
It doesn’t end there, though. The Prime Minister, Sebastian Queens himself, and his wife are congratulating the bride and groom.
It shouldn’t be a surprise.
They all belong to the same circle of influential figures. Power oozes from every corner of this ‘familial’ reception.
Corrupted.
Infinite.
Untouchable.
It’s like being in the sun’s immediate orbit. If a normal person wants to approach that type of power, they should be ready to be burn.
I guess I am.
Because I have no choice.
Desperation leads you to radical decisions you would’ve never considered before.