Chapter 1: The Architect of Perfection
The morning air at the Grand Azure Hotel tasted of money. It was a specific scent—a blend of crushed white roses imported from Ecuador, the salt spray of the nearby ocean, and the crisp, metallic tang of expensive champagne chilling in silver buckets.
David stood at the precipice of his new life, adjusting the onyx cufflinks that cost more than his father’s entire lifetime of earnings.
He stared at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling glass of the hotel’s atrium. The man looking back at him was a stranger, a masterpiece of reinvention.
The tailored tuxedo hugged his shoulders with the precision of armor. His hair was gelled to perfection, not a single strand daring to rebel.
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