A few hours earlier, the soft, melodious hum of classical music filtered through the sunlit, glass-paneled dining room of an exclusive private club. Anthony Lin leaned back in his seat, a warm, uncharacteristic smile softening his usually stern features as he looked across the table at his two closest friends, Brandon Caesar and Darren Alexander. The relaxed atmosphere was mid-afternoon luxury at its finest—good food, rare wine, and the comfortable, easy banter of men who had long since conquered their respective worlds. As was tradition with their inner circle, a casual midday meal like this was merely a precursor to making plans for a quiet weekend on the golf course, away from the prying eyes of the public.
