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Could it be that he felt inferior and left in secret? As she pondered this, Chloe felt relieved. Just as she was about to get back to work, she caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of her eye. It was that young man! No wonder she did not see him just now. He had already made his way to the VIP room's entrance, and the hall's columns had obscured his silhouette. The VIP room was reserved for high-status clients with a minimum balance of $30,000,000! Given that Logan didn't even have a card, letting him in would only result in the account manager's reprimanding.

Ethan explained dejectedly. Ethan continued to attempt logging in while Steven persistently logged him out. "I assume you are aware of the VIP client who was defrauded of five billion pounds today, and that everyone, including myself, is contributing to the effort?" Steven inquired, feigning ignorance. "Yes, I am aware, which is precisely why I am trying to log in so I can assist. However, the system keeps logging me out. The affected client is one of my top VIP clients," Ethan elaborated.

"I didn't sleep, with as many men as you think." "According to the rules of the bar." To be a VIP, you must have slept with at least 300 people, inside the venue. —actually it's 300 nights. I have slept, in total with 15 men. Including the ones who raped me. — Are you telling me, that with 9 people you became a VIP. I do not believe you. —7 people. Caspian doesn't count, to level up, and he was already a VIP, when you got there. Those men were frequent customers of the bar. And thanks to Verónica's help, he managed to get the position, as a VIP, much sooner than expected. In exchange, I offered four of my regular clients to continue spending time with them. However, only 3 accepted.

I say before hanging up. My Desiree. I’ll be seeing you soon. I put down the phone and let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. I head over to my desk, open my laptop, and draft the email: --- **To:** customercenter@rosesbane.com **Subject:** Payment for VIP Experience Dear Rose’s Bane Customer Center, I would like to proceed with the payment for the VIP experience booked under the name Caspian Hart. Please provide the necessary details for the bank transfer.

When I arrive at my destination, I throw my keys at the valet, make my way past the long line that waits to get in, and stop in front of the bouncer. “Welcome, sir,” he nods, opening the red stanchion that’s stopping me from heading inside. 'Your usual room is available.” “Thanks,” I respond, heading in. Sucking in a breath, I let the scent of alcohol, cigarettes, and sex ease my frustration as I found myself getting lost in the atmosphere before heading upstairs to the VIP lounge, where I could be alone to my own devices. When I reach my usual room, the door is already unlocked, and two women dressed in lacy, see-through lingerie wait for me with expectant looks on their faces and bottles o

"Welcome to Club Paradise. May I see your IDs, please?" They all handed over their IDs,except Morgana who didn't have one and the staff member checked them before returning them with a nod. "Excellent. You're all good to go, except from the young lady who doesn't have. Please follow me," he said, gesturing towards the club's entrance. "Don't worry, she's with us obviously" Marcellus stated as the staff member apologized and took them in. They made their way through the throngs of people queuing up to get in, and the staff member led them to a separate entrance marked 'VIP.' He scanned their tickets and opened the door for them, revealing a long corridor that led to the club's main area.