The party has reached an absolute fever pitch.
The heavy bass from the speakers fills the penthouse with infectious energy, and the main living room has been cleared of coffee tables to make room for a makeshift dance floor.
Rook and his girlfriend are spinning around near the hearth, while Dad is currently engaged in a hilarious, highly competitive dance-off with Mayhem in the middle of the room, both of them holding half-empty glasses of bourbon and surrounded by a roaring circle of cheering club brothers.
Jade is standing near the sofa, holding a real glass of champagne in one hand and keeping a hawk-like eye on my fake flute in the other.
True to her word, she’s spent the last two hours executing her cover operation with surgical precision.
Every time Mayhem or Dad or anyone t
