Ang alas-onse ng gabi at nababalot ang paligid ng malamig na hangin at kumikislap na mga ilaw ng matataas na gusali. Inside a secluded, high-end bar tucked behind an unmarked black door, Rafa sat alone at the far end of the dimly lit marble bar. He had ditched his presidential suit, dark ties, and the strict presence of his PSG detail. Wearing just a dark gray hoodie, fitted black jeans, and a plain baseball cap pulled low over his face, he looked like any ordinary, strikingly handsome man trying to blend into the city's nightlife. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly. After two double shots of neat single-malt scotch, a rare, intoxicating lightness settled over his usually heavy chest. "One more?" the bartender asked quietly, not having the faintest clue that he was serving the Chief Executive of the Republic. "No, I'm good," Rafa murmured, his voice slightly raspy. He laid down a crisp bill on the counter and stepped out into the cool night air. St
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