Now, after I personally paved his way to the top, he was ready to cast me aside like a used tool. I could handle losing, but I refused to be played for a fool. I'd just consider the last five years of my youth wasted on an ungrateful oaf.
"Nico, you'll regret this."
Hearing my quiet murmur, Nico reacted as if I had just told the world's funniest joke.
"Regret?" He let out a mocking laugh. "The only thing I regret is ever meeting a faithless whore like you!"
With that, he extended his hand toward Ginevra. The two exchanged a knowing smile and walked hand in hand toward the center of the banquet hall. The crowd parted for them the way men part for a boss and his woman, instinctively, without being asked.
It was only then that I noticed. Nico's tailored suit and Ginevra's low-cut evening gown were a matching designer set. He raised their interlocked fingers high, his voice loud and confident.
"Tomorrow marks the most important moment in our organization's history: the blood-oath ceremony before the Commission. None of this would have been possible without the hard work of everyone here. Let's continue striving for greatness together!"
Thunderous applause erupted, followed by waves of cheers.