CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN - HE IS REALLY A WOLF?

Alonso Sanchez sat in the sleek, modern conference room with his right-hand man, Jose, discussing the final details of their new hotel's grand opening event. "Jose, my friend, we are just a week away from the big day," Alonso said, his dark hair gleaming in the fluorescent light. "I want to make sure every detail is perfect. The champagne must be chilled, the canapés exquisite, and the music subtle but sophisticated." Jose nodded, his brown eyes scanning the notes on his tablet. "I've confirmed the catering, Alonso. The chef has prepared a menu that will impress even the most discerning palates. And the décor... it's stunning. The florist has outdone herself with the arrangements." "Excellent," Alonso said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "And what about the guest list? Have we confirmed all the VIPs?" Jose nodded again. "Everyone who's anyone in the city will be there, Alonso. The mayor, the tourism board, the influencers... we've got a full house." " And him?" Alonso asked