Adrian
The opening of the D.C. hospital branch was overly formal, with people too eager to make themselves known. The kind of gathering where deals were made over half-filled wine glasses and fake smiles. I wasn’t in the mood, but then again, who ever was? It was just part of the game, and I’d been playing for years.
I spotted Davis almost immediately as I walked in. He wasn’t hard to miss, the man had a presence, as usual. He was dressed perfectly, as if every detail had been meticulously calculated, from his suit to the way he carried himself. And that smile, charming but with just enough edge to make you wonder what he really wanted.
He caught my eye and made his way toward me, smoothly passing through the crowd. I stood a little straighter, not quite sure what to expect.
“Adr
