Alexander Rodirgo
The air in the penthouse was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, spilled champagne, and the kind of reckless energy that only comes with having too much money and too little oversight. To the world, I was the lucky one—the daughter of the man who stood at the right hand of a global titan. To me, I was just a ghost in a designer dress, haunting the corners of rooms where I didn't belong. My stepfather’s best friend was a man whose name was synonymous with power, and his circle was a shark tank. Tonight, the party was a chaotic blur. The music—a heavy, rhythmic pulse of Chicano beats—thumped through the floorboards, vibrating in my chest. Everywhere I looked, people were moving with a fluid, practiced grace, lost in dances I had never learned and a culture I only observed from the sidelines. I felt like a glitch in their perfect, high-speed reality.
About Alexander Rodirgo
The air in the penthouse was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, spilled champagne, and the kind of reckless energy that only comes with having too much money and too little oversight. To the world, I was the lucky one—the daughter of the man who stood at the right hand of a global titan. To me, I was just a ghost in a designer dress, hau...Read more