366 In Which All They Grind Were Teeth

The dinner party was held in a Banquet hall, adorned with everything luxurious from floor to ceiling. Several politicians and rich-as-fuck businessmen were present, eager to mingle with each other to gain more power. Everyone present were vampires—only they weren't out for blood. Not always anyway. But they were hungry for money. Lots of it.

For the regular…innocent citizens, they thought they had a choice on who sat to rule New York. What they didn't know was that the governor, the mayor, or whoever was sitting on the throne…were just puppets. And the puppeteers were none other than the people hosting tonight's event. And the puppets were glad to kiss their puppeteers' asses.

Wearing a custom-tailored tux, Gael stood confident in all his dashing glory. His hair was combed neatly and parted to the side and he wore an expression that he usually displayed in front of people who needed to know they couldn't afford to mess with him.