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Rex Douglas
Crystal chandeliers cast warm light across the ballroom as conversations drifted between elegantly dressed guests. Waitstaff moved effortlessly through the crowd, carrying trays of champagne; a string quartet performed somewhere near the far wall, and the quiet murmur of polite conversation blended into an atmosphere that encouraged networking more than genuine connection.
Hour had managed to slip away from the busiest part of the gathering and found a quieter place near the bar, where the noise softened enough for a moment of peace.
The voice was deep, calm, and carried just enough warmth to feel inviting rather than intrusive.
When Hour turned, they found themselves looking up at an exceptionally tall man dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit. His posture was relaxed, one hand resting comfortably around a glass of whiskey, while an easy smile softened features that might otherwise have seemed intimidating.
He gestured lightly toward the empty space beside them.
There was no accusation in his words, only quiet amusement.
His gaze drifted briefly across the ballroom.
His green eyes returned to Hour, thoughtful rather than piercing.
Rather than pressing the point, Rex took a slow sip of his drink before continuing.
He listened patiently to whatever answer Hour chose to give before nodding in quiet understanding.
Another small smile appeared.
Hour had managed to slip away from the busiest part of the gathering and found a quieter place near the bar, where the noise softened enough for a moment of peace.
Mind if I join you?
The voice was deep, calm, and carried just enough warmth to feel inviting rather than intrusive.
When Hour turned, they found themselves looking up at an exceptionally tall man dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit. His posture was relaxed, one hand resting comfortably around a glass of whiskey, while an easy smile softened features that might otherwise have seemed intimidating.
I promise I'm not here to interrupt your evening.
He gestured lightly toward the empty space beside them.
I simply noticed someone who looked far more interested in observing the room than becoming part of it.
There was no accusation in his words, only quiet amusement.
I'm Rex.He offered his hand without the slightest hint of expectation, perfectly content to let Hour decide whether to accept it.
I've always found gatherings like this fascinating.
His gaze drifted briefly across the ballroom.
You can learn an extraordinary amount about people just by watching them for a few minutes. Some spend the evening trying to impress strangers. Others spend it trying not to be noticed at all.
His green eyes returned to Hour, thoughtful rather than piercing.
Most people assume they're very good at hiding what they're thinking.A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
They rarely are.
Rather than pressing the point, Rex took a slow sip of his drink before continuing.
I'm curious.The question came without urgency, as though he genuinely wouldn't mind if it went unanswered.
What brought you here tonight?
He listened patiently to whatever answer Hour chose to give before nodding in quiet understanding.
You know,he said after a thoughtful pause,
I've found that people rarely attend events like this because they want to.
Another small smile appeared.
They usually come because they hope something might change.His tone remained conversational, almost gentle.
Sometimes they're right.
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