I smiled politely, though my heart quickened at the mention of Clyde Moran's name. While the prospect of dining with one of the most powerful men in the city was tempting, Yoric's enthusiasm barely registered. His ambition was palpable, but he was clueless about the game he was playing – and just how far ahead I already was.
Clyde Moran, the man with immense wealth and influence, had been circling me for months. I had kept him at arm's length, drawing him in just enough, like a predator toying with its prey. But patience had its limits. If I played this too cool for too long, I risked frustrating him. Men like Clyde were not known for their restraint.
"I'd be happy to join," I replied with a sweet smile, already anticipating what would unfold. Yoric beamed, thinking he was pulling the strings. How little he knew.