The party was, as those things go, a success. Plenty of those who thought themselves important came to pat each other on the back, to say how wonderful and just they all were. How they did so much.
It made her smile really. None of these people would know charity if it hit them on the head.. Not that she particularly cared. Let them caress each other's egos. It was no different then the times back at court. People changed so little.
The idea of the party was simple. Extend a hand to the horse with the less chance. And all it had taken as a simple suggestion, backed by the temptation of seeing their names in the papers. It certainly had gotten easier over the years. Technically, the party wasn't her idea. She'd planted the seed, sure, she couldn't deny that but they had thought the fundraiser was a splendid idea.
And of course, as the banks Vice-President she was required to put in an appearance. If she didn't, well people would talk and her boss would frown. Couldn't have that now, could we? Even so, Morgan barely hid her smile by taking a drink from the much too expensive champagne. She didn't like it, but even she had to bend to societies rule.
At the moment, she stood alone. It would be easy to drift in and out of the groups of self-important people and let them sing her praises for putting this all together (even when she'd hired someone to do it for her), but she was taking a break from that. One more shrill, rich, too young socialite with too much cleavage and she'd be tempted to do some damage. And let it not be said she couldn't pretend to be a good hostess. Nobody truly minded, she knew if they did they'd whisper about it behind her back.
At least that never changed.
She smiled at those she needed to smile at, keeping to herself to watch the door. Bait was hooked, dangling even. Now to see if the fish would bite. She'd made the effort to keep her name out of anything, lest the fish see the hook but there was always the chance. But there was always the contingency, and the whispers of 'well how dare he, must not know what's good for him'. Small as the little bank was, she hoped to count on these peoples egos. Hopefully they would do the work for her.
She glanced away and moved back amongst the throng of people, flowing back into the conversations. The board was set, the pieces ready. All she had to do was wait and see. The pieces tended to move by themselves.