Brief Greetings, Lingering Tensions

Linda's face tightened as she watched Beck's gaze drift again toward Elara Vance. She squeezed his arm, pulling his attention back.

"You seem distracted tonight," she said, forcing a light tone into her voice.

Beck's smile appeared practiced. "Just keeping an eye on potential business opportunities."

"Is that what you call it?" Linda replied, unable to hide the edge in her words.

Before Beck could respond, a stir rippled through the gallery crowd. Heads turned toward the entrance where Damien Thorne had just walked in with Vivienne Dubois on his arm. He wore an impeccably tailored dark suit that emphasized his commanding presence. Vivienne glittered beside him in a form-fitting gold dress, her hand possessively looped through his elbow.

Alistair Dubois immediately approached them, champagne flute raised in greeting. "Damien! Wonderful to see you. And Vivienne, stunning as always."

Vivienne beamed at her uncle. "Thank you, Uncle Alistair. Have we missed anything exciting?"