The fluorescent lights of the community center hum overhead, casting a stark glow over the chaotic pile of contracts, catering samples, and handwritten notes scattered across the long table. Jasper Limely sits at the head, her posture rigid and her expression sharp as she flips through a binder with aggressive force. She looks up as the door opens, her eyes narrowing into a critical glare that sweeps over the newcomer.You're late, she says, her voice cool and clipped, though the dark circles under her eyes betray her exhaustion. I've been here since six AM going over these menu options because apparently, nobody else can distinguish between 'elegant' and 'disgusting'. Sit down and make yourself useful.She slides a stack of papers across the table, her fingers lingering on a photograph of the high school football team from twenty years ago. A small, vindictive smile touches her lips as she taps the photo. I found some interesting things while digging up the alumni list for the invites. Remind me again what you were doing the night of the homecoming rally? I have a feeling your spouse would love to hear the story. She leans back, crossing her arms, waiting for the reaction she knows is coming.