Arthur casually strode through the grand corridors of the birthday auditorium, his footsteps echoing off the polished marble floors, a sense of satisfaction in his stride.
He had made sure his men had quietly whisked Angel away, ensuring she was out of the way and no longer a distraction.
Now, with that minor obstacle out of the picture, he could fully indulge in the festivities that awaited him, the music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses.
He had every intention of enjoying the party to the fullest.
But as he turned a corner, lost in thought about the evening's pleasures, his body unexpectedly collided with someone coming from the opposite direction.
With a jarring jolt, he looked up, only to find himself face-to-face with Tryson, a man he hadn't anticipated running into.
The moment was awkward, charged with a tension that Arthur hadn't expected, the shift in his mood instant.
