The Mayflower Ballroom shimmered with a curated elegance that felt like a gilded cage, its crystal chandeliers casting long, sharp shadows across the polished floor where Senator William Abbott stood center stage. He held the microphone with the practiced ease of a man who had spent decades bending the world to his will, his gaze sweeping over the crowd of elite guests with a predatory warmth. I sat beside Ethan, feeling the weight of the Senator’s impending, calculated strike against me… Continue Reading ⬇️
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