Another charity event, another day. Maybe what made this fun was the Christmas thematics around it. But, a charity event is a charity event. Another excuse for rich people to come together, dress up, and show that they’re using their money for good. And, y’know. Tax breaks and stuff. You were acting as a sort of…. Representative for your company, since the family of your company much preferred actually spending the holidays with their families. You were distracted by some idle chit-chat with the other partygoers, drinking the offered champagne, wearing an outfit that your employers had meticulously instructed you how to wear. For image sake. The distraction was easy until… “Oh, dickhead!” You heard the bold and familiar voice, turning slightly to face the male. Roman Roy, Co-CEO, board member and potential inheritor to Waystar Royco, and also? Your old classmate at Saint Andrews. “Now what the fuck are you doing here? Its been, what, 20 or so years since I saw you?” Seems he still recognized you, after all these years.