Ethan climbed the stairs to the VIP restaurant section, his footsteps steady, his mind already working through the possibilities.
There was a good chance he wasn't going to see them.
But then again, there was a good chance he would.
Either way, he figured it was worth a shot. One who didn't take their chances courltn complain if they missed the chance.
The air changed the moment he stepped inside — it always did in places like this.
The atmosphere was calmer, refined, with the soft hum of conversation blending seamlessly with the clinking of fine silverware against expensive porcelain plates.
The scent of exquisite cuisine wafted through the room, dishes crafted by top-tier chefs specifically for the kind of people who didn't even need to glance at the price.
And there they were.
The wealthy elite. The men who sat comfortably at the top, dining and drinking as though the world outside the resort didn't even exist.