Grandiose

The invitation lay heavy in Thor’s hand, an ivory card inscribed with an address he'd seen only in hushed whispers and fleeting articles. The Grandiose House, a sprawling mansion draped in the city's oldest money and even older secrets, was summoning him, a lone entrepreneur amidst a pantheon of power.

Thor knew that this was not just a simple luncheon; it was an audition, a gauntlet flung at his feet. He was not the only one aware of the stakes. Greg had happened to be in the living room when then invitation had been delivered. The look on his face had been one of shock and his expression had been confusing until he showed Edward who explained that the letter was offered to people The Big Tree were interested in.

Thor could barely contain his excitement. At last, he was in.

The venue, a sprawling stone mansion overlooking the harbor, held the air of gilded secrets. Thor, impeccably attired in a suit that held the distinct scent of a seasoned tailor's magic, stood out amongst the cro