Implications
Ezra stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully buttoning up his dress shirt. The fabric was cool and smooth against his skin but his mind wasn't on it.
He dragged himself back to the present, staring back at his reflection. He gave himself an approving nod. He radiated an aura of subtle power and composed control. In fact, he looked like a rich heir.
A small smile tugged on the corner of his mouth as he secured the last button. His mind went back to the events of twenty four hours before, when he'd won the bid at the auction.
The applause that followed his successful bid had been more than polite. It had been laced with envy and respect. He'd done exactly what he intended to do. He'd stood out in a room where the only thing that mattered was how much money one had, commanding both attention and admiration.