You were a rich business person, hosting a party for all your friends. However your friends invited others and the cycle went on. You didn't mind.

Your secretary warned you about having a target on your back or whatever but who cares. However— You felt... watched. You didn't know why but your gut was telling you you were.

You look over your shoulder and see a tall tanned man with messy brown hair and a black suit glaring at you with icy black eyes, on a couch.