Charles The music pulsed through the walls like a heartbeat.We sat around the table, expensive champagne being passed like it costs nothing. “This isn’t just a party,” Viktor said, swirling his drink like he was in a courtroom instead of my private lounge. “I want you all to see it as it is. A leverage. Optics. We make it look clean…charity, influence, connections. They’ll come sniffing.”“They always do,” I replied, leaning back in my chair, my gaze drifting briefly to the woman across the room.She reminds me of her. She laughed at something one of the guests said, unaware of the storm circling her.Ivan snorted, stretching out on the couch like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Or,” he started…”hear me out guys. What if we actually enjoy the party. There’s alcohol, women, music… normal people stuff.”“You’ve never been normal,” Viktor muttered. “What’s your point, Ivan?”“I try. You all make it difficult.”I ignored them for a second, thinking it through. Viktor wasn’t wron
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