On the opening night of Nox, my new ultra-exclusive pop-up night club, all the stars went out. Gripping translucent invites in their hands, the chosen few could think of nothing else but attending the opening party. After all, those invitations had been dusted by stars and forged by my fates—for a mortal, one touch felt like destiny fulfilled.
Stone cold. That’s how you have to be in my business. It isn’t easy to break it to your new hire that the world isn’t really ripe for the picking, but I take the whole ‘rip off the bandaid’ approach. Quick and painful, but that’s just how the world is. That is how it has always treated me.