Going in

There were a few cameras and flashes but not too many. Most of the reporters' firepower was focused on Mr. Vandergilt and Jaina Hudson. An executive and daughter of a Bollywood actress. At best, the news would prop up at a low-budget tabloid.

Still, Aaron wasn't accustomed to the blinding flashes. He wondered how Commissioner Gordan was able to stare at them without flinching. It was tough but Aaron pressed through.

The address of the hall was in the middle of the city, bright and tall and unquestionably for the wealthy. Aaron wasn't able to catch the name but it was likely prestigious if the Fox family had rented it out. Inside ws paradise. Golden lights and chandeliers, luxury white parquet-patterned tiles, and wide tables brimming with food and drinks. For Aaron Reigner, a middle-class guy who kept life limited to his means, this was a spectacle.

A hand in his pocket, Iman looped her arms around him and the two carried on like a perfect couple.

"Too much?"

Iman's teasing voice caught him by surprise. His lips went into a grim line.

"Definitely. This is your life, your world. For me, it's way too much. It's…"

'Extravagant.' That was the word he was searching for. Iman understood and guided him to a table with drinks. She offered him a glass of wine and they made a short toast.

"Want to separate?" Iman suggested.