The Third Party

"Are you really getting married tomorrow?"

In a dark, smoky club, two men sat in a quiet corner, unaffected by the pounding music and the crowd around them.

Adam leaned back in his seat, looking utterly relaxed. He didn't even bother opening his eyes as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke curl lazily into the air.

"Holy sh*t, man!" The other man let out a short laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Three years ago, when you announced that you would marry, I never thought you'd actually go through with it. And what's even crazier? You're doing it for money. You don't even need it! You're one of the richest men in the world!"

Adam remained silent as if he had not even heard the loud words of his friend. Maximilian Snuff, exhaled sharply, clearly unwilling to drop the subject. He leaned in again, trying to get some 'tea' for himself.