(A Week Later) (7:00 PM)The glass in my hand had gone warm, but I still had not taken another sip.The lounge was dim, the kind of place powerful men preferred. Low lights, soft music, private corners. No one here asked unnecessary questions. No one recorded anything. The city’s elite liked privacy almost as much as control.Across from me sat Daniel and Marcus, both longtime friends, both men who had built empires in different industries. We met like this once in a while, not because we had time, but because we needed to remind ourselves that we were not alone at the top.Daniel leaned back in his seat and studied me for a moment before speaking.“How’s Jenny?”The question was casual, but his eyes were not.I did not answer immediately.“She’s fine,” I said finally.Marcus exchanged a look with Daniel. “Is she?” he asked quietly. “We heard about the miscarriage. That’s not something a woman just forgets.”My jaw tightened slightly. I did not like discussing my private life, no
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