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abriella, the PR agent for Alexander Grant's company, and there was still no response. I tapped my pen against the edge of my notebook, my frustration gro

charity events. I was after something bigger, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was on the brink of something huge. My thoughts kept circling back to Alexander and the d

sponse. If I was going to get anywhere, I needed to be proactive. There had

nections. I began flipping through them, my fingers skimming over names I barely remembered, until one card caught my eye: "Rachel Lewis, Senior Event Planner, G

his, but I needed a way in. I picked up my phone and dialed

Rachel picked up. "Rachel

tone into my voice. "We met at the downtown real estate gala

" Rachel replied, sounding ge

e been working on some articles about the impact of luxury development

y to help. Are you free this afternoon? I've got a

orks for me. I know a lit

d. I'll see

e me as someone she could trust, someone she might be willing to help. It was a long shot, but if I could stee

sing the questions I'd prepared. At 3:05, Rachel walked in, dressed in a crisp suit and carryi

she said as she slid into the chair acr

s she was working on, and she responded enthusiastically, telling me about Grant Enterprises' latest ventures and their ef

xander Grant?" I asked casually, taking a sip o

ed quickly. "Oh, Mr. Grant is... dedicated. He's very fo

He seems to have this... mystique about him. Like there's mor

I suppose you could say that. He's ve

rd there's an exclusive investor event coming up," I said, keeping my tone light. "I was hoping

. "Well, it's true there's an event," she said slowly. "But it's really for a s

ng shot, but is there any way I could attend? Even if

I'd have to clear it with Gabriella first. And Mr

ive me. I think there's a fascinating story here; about the real people behind the devel

slowly. "Alright, I'll talk to Gabriella an

ief flooding through me.

As she left, I felt a surge of adrenaline. It wasn't a guarantee, but it was

after lunch. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the sender

age open, hardly d

g investor event this Saturday at 7 PM. Please keep in mind that this is a private gathering, and we expect all media rep

I was holding. It worked. I had my

rp, observant, and ready to catch any clue that could lead me closer to the truth. I knew Alexander would

g point, the moment I'd start unraveling Alexander Grant's secrets, whatever they were. But I had to be careful. He was a m

igure out how to get close to the man who never let anyone too close. It was a gamble, but I was a

going to