Zane was at an event. It was a boring event but it was a time where all of the elites of society come together. All the stuck up rich people get together and mingle. Zane hated coming to it every year but it was the best way to make connections.

Zane leaned against one of the tall standing tables, a wine glass in his hands as the people that stood around the table talked about some nonsense things. Zane paid them no attention, instead his eyes roamed over the ocean of people.