Chapter 241 The Banquet

Alexander was having one of those days where everything just seemed off. He stood in his walk-in closet, staring at the rows of meticulously tailored suits hanging in front of him. He was already twenty minutes late for the annual Harris family charity banquet, and the main culprit was his so-called ‘short nap’ that had somehow turned into a two-hour snooze fest. He pulled a tie from the rack, wrapping it around his neck with practiced ease, but his reflection in the mirror didn’t look impressed. He felt the same. The suit, an Italian brand he wore often, fit him perfectly, but tonight, it felt more like a uniform than anything else. He let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair to smooth it down. The thought of mingling at the banquet, pretending to be interested in endless small talk, wasn’t exactly thrilling. “Great,” he muttered to himself, straightening his tie. “Just what I needed—a night full of forced smiles and long speeches.” The memory of last year’s banquet