Back in New York —
That evening, a luxurious private room in one of the exclusive hotels was reserved under the name of David Dickens.
It wasn't just any gathering.
The room was filled with the same people who had previously resigned voluntarily from their board positions at Winslow Globals under the threat of Aiden —the same investors who had pulled their funding, and the same dealers and suppliers who had hastily backed out from their contracts in hopes of seeing Aiden down on his knees, begging for their support.
And tonight, they were all here to celebrate.
To celebrate the final countdown of the fall of Aiden Winslow.
Since it was a celebratory get-together, the atmosphere was light, music played softly in the background, and champagne flowed like water. Everyone was in high spirits, laughing and socializing, but it was obvious who the star of the evening was.
