{Ronan’s POV}

The Global Finance Leadership Summit looked every bit like what its name promised, a parade of wealth, ego, and everything even remotely tied to it.

Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like always. But I could bet the lodgings that these promised to be crafted from even rarer precious stones than previous years. “Classic.”

Their light scattered across tuxedos, gowns, and the gleam of frankly… excessive jewelry. Surrounding those were waiters who moved with quiet efficiency, passing trays of champagne flutes, appetizers, and whatever the esteemed guests required. And with surprisingly less incidents this time. Now that had me impressed. Both at the elite and those that poured...