Keith’s office was everything Amanda expected: opulent, imposing, and meticulously organized. Dark wood paneling lined the walls, displaying framed photographs of men she recognized as prominent figures in the underworld. A large, mahogany desk sat at the center of the room, polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting the harsh overhead light. Keith sat behind it, leaning back in his leather chair, his expression unreadable. "Take a seat, Amanda," he said, gesturing towards a chair in front of the desk. Amanda hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down, her back straight, her eyes fixed on Keith. "I imagine you have a lot of questions," Keith said, his voice calm and controlled. "More than you can imagine," Amanda replied, her voice equally steady. "I want to know about my mother. Everything." Keith nodded slowly. "Isabella is.…a complex woman. She is beautiful, intelligent, and fiercely loyal. In the first couple of years after me starting this club she became my most trusted ad
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