A four piece orchestra sits up on an elevated dias, the music a lovely background noise among the chattering guests. The musicians are probably the only thing lovely about the night, as everything else so far has been nothing but unpleasant. If Zander wasn't required to be here, he would have never shown up. He could be doing something productive right now, like finalizing the investment draft, or visiting a certain aloof beta.
Tap, tap, tap.
Zander purses his lips, his green eyes dark as he glares at the long haired omega that stands across the other side of the bustling ball room. As if he can feel that hatred rolling off of him, Chris tries his best to avoid going anywhere near him.
The dominant alpha knew that Christopher Florence would be at this party thrown for some important old man celebrating his birthday, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it. If Zander could, he would've tossed the runt out of the door.
