The blinding cascade of camera flashes hit them the moment they crossed the threshold of the Grand Pavilion. Reporters surged forward, thrusting microphones past the heavy brass barriers as security guards struggled to hold back the press line.
"Mr. Rivers! Can we get a comment on tonight's banquet?"
"Mr. Sheele, is Aurelia Capitals planning any new major acquisitions this quarter?"
"Are there any updates on your upcoming projects?"
The paparazzi shouted over one another, throwing out generic questions. They knew the heavyweights of the financial district were inside, but they had no idea about the closed-door drama that had just unfolded on the mezzanine or the quiet, fleeting presence of the Dr.
