thed in amber mood lighting, heavy with the scent
veral scions of Manhattan's elite families were already gathered, includi
, raising a glass of Macallan. "And who is t
uffing out with pride as he settled onto the leather sofa, pul
intoxicated by the attention, and
tanding at the e
r. "Hold onto this, Chloe. And grab a club soda from the bar. Don't
under their breath, exchan
epped toward the brass counter, entirely unfazed. She ordered sparkl
of stilettos appro
ble bar beside her, her bloodshot eye
oke an antique decanter over my head, you bitch
s glare. "Your skull seems remarkably thick, Jenna. The St. Regis sta
ng, orphan. You think you won? I have private investigators pulling the ext
ontrolled thud, but her expres
bought the shift logs from the valet. I have the burner number you were texting earlier. The moment I match the plates of
ing actionable, Jenna, you would have already played it. You're bluffi
into her pocket. "Am I?
ure materialized in the shadows near the pri
hway, his dark suit blending into the wood paneling, his
05
was w
hout another word, stepping past t
uted from the booth, slurring her words as she lea
d not lo
uard stationed near the restrooms, slipping a folded hundred-dollar
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