The Private Affair
Barrett, dressed in a crisp suit, stepped into the dimly lit room, glancing around. The atmosphere was inviting, the soft music playing in the background mingling with the low hum of conversation from the various attendees.
He recognized a few faces, which further assured him of the legitimacy of the meet. “This might be more interesting than I thought,” he mused, taking a glass of champagne from a passing tray.