Chapter 26 Dance Of Deception

• I sat on the couch, lost in my thoughts, while Paul revelled in his glory. The coat I wore, though beautiful, yearned for colder weather to truly be appreciated. Despite my flushed countenance, I maintained my composure.
• The wake turned out to be a resounding success, surpassing even Paul's expectations, noting the arrival of my uncle as a highlight. Ever since the downfall of the Ventist Gang, Paul’s power and status soared to great heights and the wake served as undeniable evidence.
• He was sitting back, drinking his bourbon, as though he was an arrogant king on a throne, carefully studying his subjects. Satisfaction weaved on his face, accompanied by malice in his eyes and beneath it lay a hunger for control.