Invitations have been sent out, and all eyes in Ravengrade State are on the Rosemond Pavilion for tomorrow's event. The state is set to witness one of the most luxurious and beautiful banquets it has ever seen, according to inside sources. This lavish event will be hosted by the wealthiest family in the state, the Deskmore family.
Almost all the workers from Deskmore Company were dispatched for this event. People are working fully in the pavilion, setting up the banquet. They were all bustling with energy in their work. Setting up the banquet was just one part of their mission; the highlight was the presence of none other than Leon Deskmore—the renowned president of the Deskmore Group of Companies and the most famous figure in Ravengrade State.
In the circle of business elites, he is recognized as the most gifted yet ruthless figure. As a businessman, he is an unkind dark lord, with few daring to provoke him in this competitive arena commanding respect and fear in equal measure. In terms of appearance, he is strikingly handsome, with chiseled features and an aura of charisma that could captivate anyone; possessing proportions that rival those of an international model. Despite his cold demeanor, he has a gentle side, a paradox that adds to his allure making him the epitome of perfection—a thrilling enigma that few can resist, yet many fear to approach.
"Did you hear about the president? You won't believe what I just saw!" one of the employees whispered, eyeing the other breakroom chatterers. "I mean, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd think it was just a joke! He was literally panicking over some flowers for a bouquet. Flowers! Can you believe it?"
Another chuckled, leaning in closer. "Right? It's wild! I've seen him handle million-dollar deals with the calm of a seasoned pro, but this? Total meltdown over flowers! Talk about priorities."
"And to top it all off," the first employee continued, smirking, "he's throwing this huge blowout for their first wedding anniversary. It's like he's planning a state banquet or something! Who knew he was such a romantic? I mean, next thing you know, he'll be serenading her from the balcony!"
"I can't wait to see how it all unfolds!" the second replied, giggling. "Such a 'wife slave'—but honestly, it's kind of sweet, in a way!"
"Hey... now that you mention it, I can't believe we never heard about their wedding! It's so strange, right?"
"Totally! I've been hearing a lot of whispers about it. Apparently, it's all anyone's been talking about!" Just then, James, Leon's assistant, strolled by, and they seized the opportunity.
"Hey, James! Spill the tea on their wedding! Why has it been kept so hush-hush?"
James glanced around, and leaned in. "Well, it's our lady who wants to stay out of the spotlight. Only a few of us have even seen her. Their wedding was super low-key—just a small affair at the Deskmore mansion. They got their license and had an intimate party!"
James walked straight to Leon who was intently surveying the bustling preparations.
"President, do you believe the lady will attend the banquet and be happy?"
Leon turned to James, a hint of uncertainty clouding his expression as his confident smile began to wane. "I… I can't say for sure."