08-05-2024, 10:10 PM
He readily allowed Sofia to flaunt her magnificent date, knowing it was far easier to be ushered into society that way. Zixin played the charming, smiling persona to perfection; the Kao family was practically royalty in Singapore, after all. His commentary, snide remarks, and crudeness seemed to entertain her, so he continued, sharing little nuggets of distaste, judgment, and sarcasm every few minutes like secrets between lovers.
His demeanor shifted when the speeches began. He morphed into an observer, outwardly watching the glamorous kings of the Custody but subtly watching everyone else watching them. He may have a good grasp on the Syndicate’s relationship with other criminal organizations, but this palace in the clouds was new territory for him. Sofia was providing first-hand experience, after all. He would be grateful if she allowed him the chance.
“To coming out on top,” he replied, clinking glasses with her and sipping the (not terrible) champagne. Her meaning was a mystery, though he inferred she had her own agenda for Moscow and her place in this city of gods.
They were finally rid of the lawyer and (what was her name?) date. Though Zixin already made mental plans to contact Daniil as every good criminal needed a sleazy lawyer once in a while. Where she caressed his arm, he gave the muscle beneath a subtle flex for reward, and his imagination spun quite naturally to her naked body pulsing beneath him. Unfortunately, the moment passed all too soon, and he was introduced to someone Sofia claimed as a friend.
“Zixin Kao,” he offered when the moment came. His English was perfect, which was perhaps unexpected given his obvious heritage.
His demeanor shifted when the speeches began. He morphed into an observer, outwardly watching the glamorous kings of the Custody but subtly watching everyone else watching them. He may have a good grasp on the Syndicate’s relationship with other criminal organizations, but this palace in the clouds was new territory for him. Sofia was providing first-hand experience, after all. He would be grateful if she allowed him the chance.
“To coming out on top,” he replied, clinking glasses with her and sipping the (not terrible) champagne. Her meaning was a mystery, though he inferred she had her own agenda for Moscow and her place in this city of gods.
They were finally rid of the lawyer and (what was her name?) date. Though Zixin already made mental plans to contact Daniil as every good criminal needed a sleazy lawyer once in a while. Where she caressed his arm, he gave the muscle beneath a subtle flex for reward, and his imagination spun quite naturally to her naked body pulsing beneath him. Unfortunately, the moment passed all too soon, and he was introduced to someone Sofia claimed as a friend.
“Zixin Kao,” he offered when the moment came. His English was perfect, which was perhaps unexpected given his obvious heritage.