"No, bro,you are good in buttering but just because you have two invites doesn't mean I'll come to some random event with you," Adrian said, stepping aside with every intention of heading back to his workplace.
But Sam was faster.
With all the urgency of a man who just realized his Wi-Fi might go out during a live football match, Sam jumped in front of him and spread his arms wide, blocking Adrian like a human traffic cone. "What do you mean random event? Adrian, this is the Elite Gala! The richest people in Country Y will be there! Billionaires, heirs, influencers who don't blink unless their publicist says so—this is everything but random."
Adrian gave him a flat look. "Sam—"
