The Revenge Club
"I need you to dig up everything you can on Michael Morgan."
On the other end, a pause, then Blake's voice, calm, measured, the sound of reliability itself. "Michael Morgan? The rich kid who’s been circling the club?"
"Exactly him. There's something off about the guy." I paced, restless energy coursing through me. The sleek surface of the club's door reflected a distorted image of my tense form back at me. "I want his dirty laundry, Blake. And I want it yesterday."
"Consider it done, Aaron," Blake replied, his assurance slicing through my escalating tension. "I'll get you what you need."
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