The reunion was in full swing, the lavish banquet hall a hub of energy as groups of former classmates gathered in tight clusters, their laughter echoing against the high ceilings. Waiters weaved through the crowd with trays of champagne flutes and delicate hors d'oeuvres, their steps light and practiced. Every corner of the room seemed to sparkle, from the crystal chandeliers overhead to the sequined dresses and tailored suits of the attendees.At one table near the center of the room, a particularly boisterous group had gathered. They were seated in a loose circle of plush chairs, the centerpieces of their table gleaming with silver and gold. It was impossible not to notice them; their voices rose above the crowd, drawing the attention of anyone within earshot.This was the clique—the untouchable group of wealthy, entitled students who had ruled the university’s social hierarchy with iron fists wrapped in velvet gloves. Even now, years after graduation, they carried themselves with t

The sun cast sharp beams across the polished glass façade of Scaffs dealership, each ray reflecting the world-class automobiles displayed within. Cars sat gleaming like trophies, their metallic finishes flawless, their designs a testament to human ingenuity. The faint hum of conversation and muted clicks of polished heels echoed softly within the showroom.Inside, the air was thick with affluence, scented with a mix of fresh leather and a faint hint of the cologne worn by wealthy patrons. The sales representatives, dressed in sharp, tailored suits, flitted between clients, their smiles wide and professional. Here, status wasn’t earned—it was flaunted, celebrated, and soaked into every surface of the space.Through the glass doors, a man entered with a measured stride.Simon’s presence wasn’t immediately commanding. He wore a navy blazer over a crisp white shirt, paired with understated chinos and leather loafers. The outfit was clearly expensive if one had the eye for it, but it lacke