Invitation 2

Reed Mansion

Asher's morning began with the familiar chime of his alarm, rousing him from his sleep. He stretched languidly, his muscular frame rippling beneath the silk sheets. With a casual flick of his wrist, he dismissed the morning's first order of business - a tray of freshly prepared breakfast, made by his butler. He never ate in the mornings. This was a mistake by the butler. Today was his first day on the job and because his daughter was sick, with him being a single father his head was allover the place. The wrinkles on his face trembled as he realised his mistake but his master was gone.

Asher dressed himself with practiced efficiency, his tailored suit accentuating his imposing stature. As he descended the grand staircase of his penthouse, his driver waited dutifully by the sleek, black audi 8a. The ride to the Reed family's towering corporate headquarters was a blur, as his mind was already focused on the day's agenda.

Upon arriving, he strode mechanically through the bustling lobby, his presence commanding the attention of all those around him. People instinctively made way for him as he walked. With a curt nod to the security guards, he stepped into his private elevator, riding alone to the top floor. This gave him a sense of peace. He liked peace.

Once inside his spacious office, he settled behind his desk, his fingers drumming rhythmically against the polished wood as he reviewed his schedule. Most matters could be easily delegated to his capable team of assistants, but one message, sealed with the Reed family crest, immediately piqued his interest.

Asher's secretary, Isabelle, approached his desk, her movements measured and precise. She was an intelligent and beautiful woman, overly competent for her job. Her black pixie cut gave a her an effortless professional look and her bold red lipstick spoke of her confidence. Without a word, she placed the envelope before him, her eyes carefully perusing the length of his arm, to end on his hands. She imperceptibly swallowed.

Asher's long slender fingers traced the wax seal, before breaking it open with a practiced flick of his wrist and scanning the contents, his expression betrayed none of the thoughts behind his piercing grey eyes.

Isabelle remained silent, sensing that any noise or movement from her would be unwelcomed.

The Blackwood Corporation was a longtime business partner of the Reed family, and their annual charity event was considered a must-attend for the elite of high society.

The chairman wanted him to attend this event, surely as a move to make sure he was still in check. The gala was a necessary evil, a performance he had perfected over the years but this year - he was going to change things.

Turning his attention to his secretary, "Cancel any meetings scheduled the night of the Blackwood Gala".

"Right away, Mr. Reed," Isabelle replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Going back to his files as she retreated, his gaze narrowed slightly. The game had started, and he intended to emerge victorious.