While the party went on, Sinclair sat at the corner of the club watching the man he had created the party for.
He sipped his drink staring dangerously at the heir. If eyes were daggers, Greg would have been shot full of holes with the weapon.
"So are you going to talk to him?" Sinclair's friend said to him while he studied how his friend stared at the man like a prey. "Or are you going to stay there and stare at him endlessly like he owes you money."
The man laughed. "I am looking for the right time to join him. And who does he think he is to appear in a more fancy suit?"
"You say he is the CEO of the company your father works at. Why wouldn't he have that kind of suit? He clearly has the money for it."
"Whose side are you on anyway?" Sinclair was getting pissed at his friend who laughed and tried to de-escalate the situation.