The annual exclusive CEO's networking event was being held at a big ballroom and only a handful of key players would be invited each year. This year it included the youngest CEOs Damien Rothwell and Noah Lennox, both at 25 years of age.
Noah, ever the introvert, lingered near a quiet corner, glass of whiskey in hand. He had worked the room politely, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, but now he was content to observe.
Across the room, Damien moved from one man to the other with ease. Talking to people was always easy for him. It's something Noah envied. Just a little. That charming personality is what had made Damien popular in college, while Noah was his side kick. That's why Noah had watched Damien ask out his dream girl and marry her, while he, Noah, nursed a heartbreak that drove him away for further studies at Oxford.
Noah was caught off guard when the tall, dark haired man strode toward him, flashing a polite, almost mocking smile.
"Noah," Damien said smoothly, extending his hand. "Good to see you. Business is promising, isn't it?"
Noah shook his hand firmly. "It is. The market is moving fast. Beauty brands are innovating like never before."
Damien chuckled, tilting his head. "Good to hear man. You know, you're always so serious. Tell me..married yet? Should I suggest a few candidates for you? Marriage is great, especially if your wife is as beautiful as mine."