Church?

Anna walked downstairs, and I could hear her steps behind me. Arnold leaned back, looking in her direction.

When the door to the basement of the mansion shut, his attention shifted back to me, the look on his face steely.

"How do you know about Freewinds?" He asked.

"I got an invitation." 

His eyes flickered with something—surprise, maybe—but it vanished just as fast.

He glanced at Sam, clearly hesitating for a moment. Then, as if deciding it didn't matter, he sighed and leaned forward.

"Freewinds isn't for just anyone, Jack." His voice dropped lower, more deliberate. "Celebrities, politicians, multi-billionaires—those are the ones that Freewinds invites. You getting an invite?" He shook his head, a hint of disbelief crossing his face. "That's not something they do lightly. It's starting to smell funny... but let's just say maybe they're impressed by how fast you've risen."