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Orlando’s hands were tucked in his trouser pockets as he navigated through the crowd in the night club, he narrowly missed colliding with people. Some of the ladies smiled suggestively at him or winked. Some of the others went as far as trying to touch him. The music was blaring loudly. He stopped at the VIP entrance, it was manned by two burly men, but as soon as they saw him, they opened the doors and let him through.
The VIP room was dimly lit, as soon as he shut the doors the sound of the music from the main hall ceased. Soft tunes filled the room. It was almost impossible to spot Romano Russo, over the sea of women around him. They were scantily clad and swaying their hips seductively.“Orlando!” Romano drawled out as soon as he spotted him. He leaned backwards and let out puffs of smoke, and chugged down the remaining content of whisky in his glass. “What are you doing here?”“I have important information for you.” He answered.“Come on then…” RoRelated chapters
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