The Meridian knew how to keep its secrets, and the first one was the lighting.Warm where it needed to be warm, dark where darkness served better, the kind of careful atmosphere that cost more than most people assumed and made everyone look like the best version of something. The velvet booths along the east wall held men who had loosened their ties just enough to pretend they weren't exactly who they were. Champagne sweated in silver buckets. The air carried expensive cologne and the particular tension of want that hadn't been answered yet. Beneath all of it, bass. Low and patient and everywhere at once, moving up through the floor and into the bones of anyone standing still long enough to feel it.Octavia Maddox was not standing still.She moved through the opening sequence the way she always did, unhurried, deliberate, like the music was something she was choosing to agree with rather than something she was obligated to follow. One hand on the brass pole, circling it slowly, lettin
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