Complete Control 1

Jason Cross leaned against the sleek black car, his reflection barely visible in the gloss of its surface under the dim glow of the streetlights. His gaze lingered on the grand entrance of the gala hall he had just exited, the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking glasses still reaching his ears. 

Inside, the remnants of his past mocked him, but he had no intention of retreating with his pride in tatters. They were still going on even then as he left, calling him ungrateful and unfriendly, but he really did not care. They were there to ruin his time anyway. He might as well ruin theirs.