Third Person's POV
The ballroom's noise seemed to cut off entirely, and the air between the two men became instantly charged.
Calvert heard the question. A faint, yet intensely penetrating smile played on his lips. He gently rubbed the side of his glass, the wine shimmering. He looked up at Cliff, his eyes holding a knowing sharpness, as if he had expected this question. "Alpha Cliff, you invited Kendrick simply to meet the M Group's power-holder."
He deliberately slowed his speech, his voice low and rich, carrying an unquestionable certainty. Every word fell clearly on Cliff and Elliot. "I am standing here now, not as 'Calvert the Movie Star.' Alpha Cliff, you should understand my meaning."
Whoosh.
Elliot's pupils contracted sharply. The document in his hand nearly slipped. His breat
