Curated fiction · A Velmora fantasy scenario

The Party I Was Only Meant to Supervise

Marcus and Elena asked me for a favour: help host a small gathering at a downtown hotel suite and "keep an eye on things." Their smile suggested a joke I wasn't in on, but I assumed drinks and loud music. I asked if I could bring a date, and they said of course. I invited Sophie, a colleague I'd admired for months and always treated with care. I told her we'd be co-hosting for friends. She laughed and said yes.

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