LOGINMia tried to peep through the gate but there was nothing much to see. The gates were jammed tightly against the wall. She scanned the gate, looking for an entrance but the whole gate was enclosed. She tried knocking on it but no sound came out which baffled her.
She was about to push through the gate when she heard a voice that made her stop abruptly in her tracks."Who are you?"Mia sought for where the voice came from."I said who are you?" The voice came again."My..my name is Mia and I'm here to see Mr. Logan.""Mr. Jason is not in." The voice said."No, no I'm here to see his father. I have an important appointment with him.""I'm sorry madam but he didn't tell me anything about it so I cannot let you in."Mia grounded her teeth in frustration. She thought of how she was going to get in if the security wouldn't even let her move past the gate.With anger seething in her veins, she turned around and walked away. She resumed work late and had to lie to her boss that her mother fainted that morning and she had to take her to the hospital."Phew," she heaved and wiped an invisible drop of sweat from her forehead when her boss had bought her tale. She rushed to her computer and turned it on. She went straight to Jason's page and nestled there till the next thirty minutes."Mia?"Mia had been so engrossed in what she was doing that she couldn't hear her name being called.She almost jumped out of her skin when a hand rested on her shoulder. She turned around immediately and saw that it was her co-worker and closest friend, Mary."Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Mia said, clutching her chest."I've been standing here and calling your name for the past ten minutes, but you couldn't hear me," Mary said. She was a tall and slender woman with brown hair and green eyes. She was dressed in a smart black pantsuit, her long hair pulled back in a neat bun.Mia's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "I didn't hear." She said in a low tone and turned to face her computer."You've been acting funny lately. Tell me what the matter is." Mary said.With Mia's eyes still glued to the computer screen she muffled subconsciously. "nothing,""Mia, you have to tell me what going on, I'm hearing rumors about you. You even came in late today, you never come to work late so tell me what the problem is," Mary intoned.Mia spun her chair around to face Mary."What kind of rumor?" She asked, her brows furrowed."That you're having some issues and you don't want to share it with anyone," Mary told her. "I and Jason broke up." She said without hesitation and immediately the words came out, tears threatened to fall down her eyes. When she couldn't hold it back in anymore, she let the tears cascade down her cheeks."Oh my..." Mary gasped. "when was that?""Last week," Mia choked on her tears as she spoke. She grabbed her bag, opened it, and took out her handkerchief. She wiped her face with it while Mary stared at her with a pitiful look in her eyes."I'm so sorry about you two, Mia. What happened, I mean Why'd you two break up?" Mary asked as she crouched to Mia's level in order to console her."I caught him cheating and when I confronted him about it, he...he.. admitted to it." As Mia recounted that uneventful day, the urge and resolve to take revenge grew stronger."I'm so sorry about that, Mia." Mary's voice came again."No, it's not your fault. I was stupid not to realize that Jason had been playing me all along. I'm so going to make him pay.""Easy now. You just have to let it slide."Mia snapped her head up immediately. "Did you just say I should let it slide?""I was with that bastard for seven years. Seven good years Mary," Mia held up her fingers in front of Mia, indicating the number seven."....and this how he repays me for loving him with all my heart. If you've ever been in love, you'll understand me better."Mary stood from her crouched position. "Hey c'mon don't try to gaslight me just because I'm trying to make you feel better," Mary said. She knew Mia was right. At thirty two, she had had four failed marriages already and was still looking to get married again."I'm sorry," Mia sniffed, realizing that she might have been too hard on Mary."It's okay. What do you say we chill at my place this evening to relieve you? You look stressed out." Mary said.Mia pinched the bridge of her nose as she realized that the lack of sleep and too to think about had taken a huge toll on her and was now evident in her appearance."Yeah, I guess I need to take a break," Mia said but then her phone buzzed to indicate that she had a notification message. She took her phone and checked the message, after a while of looking at her phone, she looked back up at Mary and said: "On second thought, I have where to be tonight maybe we can reschedule for some other time."Mary's eyes bulged in shock, "But you just agreed to come over, why the sudden change of mind.""I'm sorry but where I need to be tonight is very important," Mia responded with an apologetic look on her face."If you say so," Mary shrugged. "Just don't try to think about Jason too much." And with that, she walked away.Mia's attention went back to her phone to return the text message she had received.The street outside the bar was half lit, half forgotten. The neon sign above the entrance buzzed like a tired insect, flickering between blue and nothing. Jason pushed the door open and stepped into a wall of warm air and noise.The place was crowded—packed enough that shoulders brushed when people turned, glasses clinked every few seconds, and the smell of beer and wood polish hung thick in the air. Rafe’s Bar was always busy after nine. It was the kind of place where people came to lose themselves, not talk about the things that broke them.Jason didn’t belong here tonight, but he didn’t know where else to go.Rafe was behind the counter, moving with the energy of someone trying to do five tasks at once—pour a drink, wipe the counter, yell at a drunk who kept knocking on the jukebox, and laugh at a joke someone shouted from across the bar. He was a big man with broad shoulders, a beard starting to grey, and eyes that always seemed to know too much.He spotted Jason immediately.One
The street outside the bar was half lit, half forgotten. The neon sign above the entrance buzzed like a tired insect, flickering between blue and nothing. Jason pushed the door open and stepped into a wall of warm air and noise.The place was crowded—packed enough that shoulders brushed when people turned, glasses clinked every few seconds, and the smell of beer and wood polish hung thick in the air. Rafe’s Bar was always busy after nine. It was the kind of place where people came to lose themselves, not talk about the things that broke them.Jason didn’t belong here tonight, but he didn’t know where else to go.Rafe was behind the counter, moving with the energy of someone trying to do five tasks at once—pour a drink, wipe the counter, yell at a drunk who kept knocking on the jukebox, and laugh at a joke someone shouted from across the bar. He was a big man with broad shoulders, a beard starting to grey, and eyes that always seemed to know too much.He spotted Jason immediately.One
"We'll have to let you go." Selene continued. Jason's jaw almost dropped to the floor. "No, please you can't fire me. I...I was only trying to protect myself.""I understand that. But keeping you here will be at the detriment of my business and I need you to understand that."Jason fell onto his knees clasping his hands in front of him, "please, I beg of you, just give a chance, I promise I'm going to be on my best behavior." He pleaded. Selene shook her head. "No, Jason, I'm sorry but I have to let you go.""Please, you can't do this. I really need this job. I need it to survive!" Jason tried to make her understand but she was adamant. "You know what, just give me a second." Selene said, she reached into her drawer and took out an envelope. "Here, have this." She said, "This should have been the amount I would have paid you after you'd worked for a month."Jason's eyes fell on to the envelope. He was devastated that his pleas had fallen on deaf ears. "Go on, take it." She probed
Jason hadn’t even been at Velvet smoke for a full week, yet the place already lived under his skin like a fever. The music. The strangers. The smoky air that clung to everyone’s lungs like something earned, not breathed.Tonight, he was working floor duty—running drinks, keeping drunks in check, helping the dancers to and from the stage. The dancers strutted on stage with glitter on their skin like constellations, and Jason, despite knowing better, kept catching himself staring too long at the ones who smiled at him.“Jay, table six!” Maria, the bartender, shoved two glasses into his hands. “They’re already pissed off—hurry.”Jason nodded, weaving through the crowd, keeping his shoulders tight to avoid drunken elbows. Velvet smoke always felt like it pulsed—like a heartbeat made of bass and lust.But tonight, something was off.Table six was occupied by three men in expensive suits. The kind of men who didn’t come to clubs because they were lonely, but because they liked to be kings
Logan gave her a wry smile, setting his drink down. He couldn't explain it but that very thing that drew him to hwe snapped. He didn't find her appealing that much anymore. "Any problems?" Lena asked after a an awkward silence had ensued between them. "Give me a minute my dear." Logan said, taking out his phone to dial the same number before he left the room. "Give me a minute." Logan repeated before he left the room. “Vince,” he said flatly when the line connected. “You there?”A low chuckle came through the speaker. “Always, Mr. Logan. How’s my girl treating you?”“Lena?” he said, his voice laced with disinterest. “She’s… fine. But not exactly what I had in mind.”There was a pause on the other end. “Oh? I thought she’d fit your taste. Soft voice, good figure, obedient.”“She’s decent,” Logan replied, swirling the whiskey in his glass, “but not clean. Not the kind I asked for.”“Clean?” Vince repeated, amusement creeping into his tone. “You mean untouched? Those are rare commod
The new city breathed money the way old cities breathed dust. Neon lights bled into the wet streets, painting reflections like wounds. From the top floor of the Horizon Tower, Logan watched the skyline burn with industry. Inside the conference suite, the air was a low hum of tension. Seven men sat at the table, all sharks in different suits—import barons, fuel smugglers, data brokers. None of them spoke first. Not while Logan poured his whiskey. The sound of liquid hitting glass was almost ceremonial.He didn’t sit right away. He let the silence stretch thin, the kind that made men clear their throats just to prove they were still alive.“Gentlemen,” Logan said finally, in a smooth voice, practiced. “We’ve built rivers of money. But rivers dry when the climate shifts. Ours is shifting.”They waited. None of them understood yet if this was a warning or an opportunity.Logan walked to the panoramic window. His reflection was sharp enough to cut. “The government is draining our channels







