“Tell me,” Adrian continues, “what do you make of all this? The wealth, the power, the constant maneuvering for position.” What does he know that I don’t? “Life is a game, Adrian.” I maintain an unwavering gaze. “And we’re simply playing our part.” His eyes flick back and forth between mine before he raises his glass in a silent toast. “May the best player win.” “May the best player win.”
