Kaito was never much one for high society events, but attending these things was an unfortunate part of being rich. He hadn’t paid too much attention to what the occasion was, all of these grand parties were the same, but he assumed it was another charity fundraiser or something similar. If these people really cared, they’d give their fortune to help the causes they threw these parties for, but that was besides the point. They’d never actually do that, for all that they gave “generous donations.”
Personally, Kaito thought that actually getting their hands dirty and participating in actual charity work would do most of these snobs some good. Most had never worked a day in their lives. He’d probably give away his entire fortune to see the people here work like ordinary people.
Seated at his assigned table with a few strangers, Kaito idly wondered if anybody here actually cared about these things. Some of the people here looked ready to fall asleep in boredom, and dinner hadn’t even been served, yet! Not that he disagreed, these things were always mind-numbingly boring, but he at least could pretend to be interested in the events around him. Really, though, his goal was the wine being served. Maybe if he was drunk enough, he’d forget the annoying chatter of some of his assigned tablemates. Did they know nothing of subtlety? They were just bragging about their companies to anybody who would listen.
Sighing, he took a look at one of the few who had yet to do so. If the other caught his eye, he’d make a pointed rude gesture behind the backs of the braggers, his gaze pointed enough to show exactly who the gesture was meant for. “Good god, do you idiots ever shut up? Nobody here cares about the companies you inherited from your daddies and are probably running into the ground. If you’re going to brag, at least be subtle about it.”
He hoped the other guy was as frustrated as he was. Idiots always left a bad taste in his mouth.
Personally, Kaito thought that actually getting their hands dirty and participating in actual charity work would do most of these snobs some good. Most had never worked a day in their lives. He’d probably give away his entire fortune to see the people here work like ordinary people.
Seated at his assigned table with a few strangers, Kaito idly wondered if anybody here actually cared about these things. Some of the people here looked ready to fall asleep in boredom, and dinner hadn’t even been served, yet! Not that he disagreed, these things were always mind-numbingly boring, but he at least could pretend to be interested in the events around him. Really, though, his goal was the wine being served. Maybe if he was drunk enough, he’d forget the annoying chatter of some of his assigned tablemates. Did they know nothing of subtlety? They were just bragging about their companies to anybody who would listen.
Sighing, he took a look at one of the few who had yet to do so. If the other caught his eye, he’d make a pointed rude gesture behind the backs of the braggers, his gaze pointed enough to show exactly who the gesture was meant for. “Good god, do you idiots ever shut up? Nobody here cares about the companies you inherited from your daddies and are probably running into the ground. If you’re going to brag, at least be subtle about it.”
He hoped the other guy was as frustrated as he was. Idiots always left a bad taste in his mouth.
