Damien's POV Bodies danced to the music blasting from the speakers while bartenders squeezed through the crowd, carrying trays of cocktails. I leaned back against the sofa in the VIP lounge, resting one arm across the backrest as I watched the crowd below. "Man, I'm hitting the dance floor. It's boring with you here," Damon slurred, snatching a bottle of whiskey from the table as he got to his feet. I didn't bother looking at him. "Try not to start a fight. And don't make me search for you." He laughed, staggering onto the dance floor, his long hair flowing behind him. A bartender walked toward me, placing a bottle of wine on the table. He uncapped it and poured half of it into a glass. "Everything alright, sir?" I grabbed the glass and took a sip, giving him a slight nod. My eyes drifted across the dance floor, searching for one particular face. "Boss, she's here," Marco, the head of my security, muttered through the earpiece. I chugged it all down, letting the
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