The nightclub lights flashed wildly, casting bursts of color across the packed room. The bass thumped so hard it shook the floor. William sat in the VIP section, a glass of bourbon in hand. He had been invited by a business associate, but his mind wasn’t fully present.
From the shadows, Julian watched him intently. His expression was dark, his sharp gaze tracking William’s every move. He hated seeing that man laugh—hated seeing him relax, as if everything in his life was perfectly fine.
Beside him stood a beautiful woman in a short, form-fitting dress.
“You know what to do, right?” Julian said quietly.
The woman flashed a seductive smile. “Relax. He won’t suspect a thing.”
Julian handed her a small capsule. “Mix this into his drink. Make sure he doesn’t notice.”
She took it confidently and strutted over to William, bumping the table slightly with a playful gasp.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. William! I didn’t mean to bump your glass.”
William looked at her briefly, then nodded politely. “It’
