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“How? You booked a room? Mira I already told you I wasn't” “I didn't book a room, Christ, that friend of mine that helped get in earlier helped me get a vip card so with this we automatically have a room here and we don't have to stand in line to get in just the card and we're in” “Wow that's so cool” “Yh only that I have to renew it a 1,000 dollar monthly” “Mira, are you crazy?Why would you use ten hundred dollars to renew a club VIP card?”

Her next comment is cut off by an announcer with a microphone up on the club's small stage. "Attention please, everyone. It is now time to start our costume contest. Since we don't want to bore you with a bunch of lame entries, we have a very selective screening process. This process consists of charging a $50 contest entry fee. We have 10 entries that were either brave enough or rich enough to sign up. In addition to the $500 in entry fees, the always generous members of the club's management have chipped in another $500. The winner of the contest, as decided by you in the audience, receives $500. Second place gets $300 and third place gets $200."

You know it was my Nigerian Sim Card and I could not use it so I could not communicate with you , but then my mum's boss bought two IPhone 11's for us and even registered numbers for us and now here we are talking). "Mad ooo, mad ooo, you dun blow oo for this life wey we dey, ah just dey miss you for here walahi, ah no fit use your name lie again. He complained bitterly at the latter words (Translation: That is very nice, You have made it in this life we are in,I really miss you honestly, I cannot lie to my parents that I am coming to house so I could go for my outings, because they know you have traveled)

Jimmy's hawk-like eyes were exceptional in spotting cheaters and chip-swappers, which got him the nickname "Hawk." "Nothing worth your time, boss. We had some minor problems with the new slot machines in the high limits floor. They're defective. Pam already sent a technician to fix them. Oh, and just a couple of nerds who were counting cards at the blackjack table. Roman's on his way to detain them." Eli snorted derisively as he studied the screens. "Fucking nerds. Think they're too smart to get away with anything. Tell Roman to call me when he shakes them up. I need some entertainment."

The smell of blood was no longer a suggestion; it was a fact. A low barrier separated us from the actual starting lanes, keeping players in a holding area until the system was ready to slot us where it wanted us. Screens above the gate cycled through participant profiles. My face flashed again: WILLA ROANE, with a neat line of new tags stacking beneath my stats—KEY AUTHOR, PARTIAL ACCESS, VIP TARGET. A little question mark icon hovered beside ENTERTAINMENT VALUE, as if the system was still calibrating just how much spectacle it could wring out of me.

Right now, I needed to know if he was fucking with me. “I take it you’re a fan.” Albert chuckled. “Are you fucking with me? Immortal Eclipse only plays small clubs or pride events and sells out. Not to mention, they only ever offer five VIP tickets to any event. So how do you have two?” I questioned. “Did you forget who you’re talking to, Liebling?” He smirked. “Yeah, you being an old fuck even in the vampire community doesn’t mean you snag two VIP tickets to an Immortal Eclipse show. Unless you’ll tell me, you compelled your way to get them.” I rolled my eyes, folding my arms.

I led him back to the same elevator. "So I have twelve VIPs that I would really like to have an evening in your casino." "I see," he said nonchalantly, looking at the floor numbers rising on the escalator and avoiding my eyes. "Of course you will bill us for their drinks and expenses but they cover their own chips. And they are very much into their vodka if you can…" "Another presentation piece? That seems risky considering the types of vodka millionaires drink isn't cheap." The doors opened and he led me into it. Enclosed once more I inhaled his scent and felt the dizzy rush of his presence once more.

"I'm sorry, Marie. I'll transfer the money to you at once. But I'm just an intern, and I only make 2,500 dollars a month. You're the one carrying a luxury bag. Surely you wouldn't want to take more money from me, would you?" It sounded like she was apologizing, but she was actually subtly accusing me of being heartless and abusing my power. I stared at her innocent face. "I paid for these bags with the money I earned myself through countless overtime hours at the office. I did not just get it for free. "The VIP ticket costs 2,000 collars. So, cash or bank transfer? I don't take IOUs." Cornell immediately set Ellie down and blocked her from me. "That's enough, Marie Swanson! How could you be

His assets were indeed substantial. Wardell's lips curled coldly as he threw the black gold card to the beautiful waitress who had just served them and chuckled softly. "Go, exchange fifteen billion in chips for Mister Cyrcle and bring them over immediately!" The beautiful waitress hesitated slightly and whispered, "Mister Hancock, this is against the rules. Mister Cyrcle hasn't given the password yet! And... Is it fifteen billion Umbracia Dollars, or..." "Wyverna Dollars." Yoan's expression was emotionless as he said coldly, "The password is 'blood feud must be repaid', all in uppercase. Exactly fifteen billion Wyverna Dollars, exchange them all for chips for me!"

I announce, standing up so the whole room knows just who they're fucking with if they're stupid enough to try and go over the top of me. The announcer clears her throat, disoriented. “Fifty million dollars, going once, going twice and sold!” The Circle prided itself on its exclusive, invite-only memberships for the underworld’s wealthiest and most powerful. A good number of those members, including myself, engaged in different illegal activities. I have heard tales of what these old Dons do to their slaves and I wouldn’t want them to breathe close to her. My Jewel. My Isabella. Mine.