Chapter 5 - The Gala at St. Regis
The grand ballroom of the St. Regis Hotel sparkled under massive crystal chandeliers. Tuxedo-clad billionaires, high-ranking politicians, and syndicate bosses mingled over champagne, their soft laughter floating above the sound of a live string quartet.
On the raised VIP stage, Julian Moretti stood beside a podium, looking impeccably handsome in a tailored navy tuxedo. His dark hair was styled to perfection, and his left hand—wearing a soft black leather glove to hide his old burn scars—held a crystal flute of vintage wine.
Julian smiled warmly at Senator Vance, who stood beside him.
"You've managed the transition of power inside Moretti Enterprises smoothly, Julian," Senator Vance remarked, sipping his drink. "Your brother Dante was always... too volatile for modern business."
"Dante did what was necessary during the dark years, Senator," Julian lied effortlessly, his expression filled with practiced, sorrowful grace. "But his health has been declining rapidly. In fact, I expect an update from his personal physician any minute now."
Julian’s encrypted phone vibrated in his jacket pocket.
He stepped away from the Senator with a smooth bow, pulling the phone out to read the text message from his chief enforcer at the Obsidian Club:
Target consumed the glass. Suite secured. No pulse.
A slow, victorious smile spread across Julian’s face. He adjusted his silk bowtie and stepped up to the podium microphone, raising his champagne glass high to command the attention of the three hundred guests.
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"Ladies and gentlemen," Julian announced, his smooth voice echoing over the ballroom speakers. "May I have your attention for a solemn announcement regarding the future of the Moretti family?"
👉 What shocking figure is about to step onto the stage behind Julian right before he completes his speech?
