Jerry and Abigail finally pulled into the driveway of the venue.
The building loomed ahead—a private estate built for the rich and the powerful.
Soft golden lights sparkled from the windows, and luxury cars lined the entrance like an expensive parade.
It was clear from just one glance:
This was not a place for ordinary people, Inside the car, Abigail shifted nervously in her seat.
She smoothed her dress once, then turned to Jerry.
Her voice was calm but serious.
"Jerry," she said, reaching out and gently touching his sleeve to get his full attention, "before we go in... I need to remind you of something."
Jerry turned to her, eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity.
"You have to act extremely smart," she said softly.
"Smart, civil... careful."
Her hand stayed on his sleeve for a moment longer before she pulled it back.
"You don't know these people the way I do," she added.
