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"I shouldn't be here, Daniel," I hissed, clutching my leather bag against my corporate blazer like a shield. My skin crawled. On a normal Friday night, I’d be at home after work burying myself under a mountain of audit files. Instead, due to my best friend's persistent nature. I was now standing in a club.Daniel didn’t even look at me. He was too busy adjusting his own velvet mask, eyes scanning the crowd with a frantic hunger. "Just one drink, Jenny. You’re a mess. You need to drown out the noise of that disappearance case before it drives you insane.” He paused. “And who knows, maybe even have a little more fun, if you know what I mean.” He continued shoving his shoulder into mine.“Yo, Daniel.” A distant voice called out, then Daniel turned to me “Hey! have fun okay? I'll be right back” he said, disappearing into the pulsing crowd before I could even protest, leaving me stranded.I stepped further into the club and immediately felt it… the subtle shift of a world I wasn't used to

A taxi was already waiting at the curb. I climbed in, shutting the door, and pressed my forehead to the cool glass. My heart heaved, my skin crawled from humiliation. The rush of everything hit me at once... embarrassment, desire, exhilaration, shame, and an aching, lingering pleasure that refused to fade. I closed my eyes and let the city blur past, trying to process the storm inside me. By the time I stepped out, the neon glow of my street stretched before me. Quiet and familiar. I walked the final blocks slowly, my body still tingling, mind still spiraling. Then I froze. Voices, urgent, familiar. I pressed myself against a brick wall, peering through the gaps of our gate. Miguel. And mamá. The argument was sharp. Intense. "Where is all this money coming from?" her voice snapped. Miguel's response was hesitant, defensive. "None of your business." Miguel was lying to our mother again. And this time, I knew it was just a matter of time before it would get him killed. "Migu

I lifted my head slowly, my hands still slick with Daniel's blood, my breath caught halfway in my chest. Polished shoes stopped a few feet from us.They were expensive. Immaculate. Completely out of place in the filth of this alley.My gaze carefully traveled upward. To tailored trousers. A dark coat and a hand hanging loosely at his side. The gun was almost casual in his grip. My breathing hitched unevenly.I followed the line of his arm, forcing myself to look up, even as every instinct screamed at me not to. That was when I saw his face.... Calm, controlled. Adrian Red.I knew who he was. Everyone in the city knew the Redwell Biotech logo; it was on every hospital, every pharmacy, every government health directive. He was the man who kept the city alive... and apparently, he was also the man who'd decide on who lives or not.His cold stern gaze moved from Daniel's body to me. A flicker of recognition sparked in his eyes... not the way a stranger looks at a face, but the way a coll