I nodded, my expression unreadable. The game was on, and the rules were clear—for now.
Marina turned and walked into the main hall, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The room was vast, opulent—chandeliers sparkling overhead, plush couches arranged in intimate circles, and a bar stocked with the finest liquors in the corner. And then, I saw them—the women.
There were at least a dozen of them, all dressed in elegant, expensive clothing, their laughter filling the air like music.
Each one had a female bodyguard standing discreetly behind them, their postures rigid, their eyes sharp. The scene was surreal—a gathering of powerful women, each with their own protector, each exuding an aura of confidence and secrecy.
Marina smiled and hugged a woman tightly—a striking figure in a red pencil dress, her blonde hair cascading down her back in loose waves. "Brittany…" Marina said, her voice warm, her embrace genuine.
