บท 43: Infiltration Mission

"Shit." Gray cursed before knocking back his fifth bottle of whisky of the night.

We were currently at the bar of our hotel, nursing drinks as we thought about how things had gone at the forum.

After Oliver's... harsh criticism, he had disappeared again, leaving us with the stigma of being pronounced a dead horse by an industry leader.

No one wanted anything to do with our ideas.

If a member of the royal family of resorts have spoken, who were they to have other opinions?

Gray poured himself another bottle of whisky. "We shouldn't have come." He said. "This whole... forum. It's a disaster. How can we be leaving worse than we arrived?"

"Don't worry, Romulus." I assured him. "I'm not leaving Monaco without an investment."

He glanced at me before chuckling. "I admire your certainty. I guess that's the beauty of youth."

I smiled with him but inwardly, I was seething.