Mafia's Forbidden Obsession
he room – his shirt draped over a chair, his pants lying in a heap near the foot of the bed. He frowned, trying to recall how they had ended up t
as disheveled, a stark contrast to his usual polished appearance. His hair was tousled, and there were dark circle
small measure of clarity returning. He focused on the sensations, the warmth of the water, the scent of the hotel's complimenta
s memory still troubled him. He dressed quickly, slipping into his clothes with practiced efficiency. His m
rumpled, the sheets twisted and turned. There was no sign of anyone else, but he couldn't sha
able and dialed his assistant's number. T
his room number before cutting the call. He needed answers, and Kyle mi
t; this wasn't the first time he had woken up with a hazy memory. But this felt different. Ther
s messages and call logs for any hints. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. No missed calls or tex
ckly to open it, letting Kyle in. His assistant looked concerne
sked, stepping inside and
p hair. "I can't remember a damn thing after the meeting with the c
"Let's sit down and figure this out
at's not the problem right now. Everything that happened after
the previous night. "You met with a potential investor, Michael Ha
. "Right, Michael Harper. We had drinks in t
e around six, had the meeting at seven, and your last recorded activity
ate. "There's something missing, Kyle. I have this feeling t
le you were drugged. It would explai
ly. "I know. But
"We can check the CCTV. Maybe there's footage
cker of hope. "Good idea. Get
em. Kyle leaned forward, his tone urgent but composed. "Good morning. I need to speak wit
rity office for you." She picked up the phone and spoke in hushed tones, glancing up at Rowan and Kyle occasio
ed the notes he had gathered so far. Within a few minutes, a tall man in a dark suit approached them. H
review some footage from last night?" M
ory from last night, and I believe the CCTV f
Follow me to the security office
owless room filled with monitors and recording equipment. Mr. Harris took a seat
we looking at?" he as
night," Rowan replied. "Focus on the bar
o view, bustling with activity. Rowan and Michael Harper appeared on screen, sitting at a cor
d, pointing to the screen.
their movements becoming more relaxed and less controlled. Then, a woman approached their table. She was striking, wi
wan muttered, hi
screen. "I don't recognize he
his head. "N
inks, and the three of them continued to converse. As the night progressed, Rowan's movements became slo
n helped him stand, guiding him towards the elevators. Harper remained
nger tapping the screen. "T
blank. Mr. Harris frowned, typing furiously at the console. The seconds ticked by in te
sked, a note of frustratio
ing. "This is strange. It looks like the footage
in to get a better look at the m
board. "It's not just the hallway footage. It looks like the
w does something like this happen in a h
ve backups, but it will take some time to retrieve and analyze them. This kind of
cess the implications. The missing footage, combined with his memory loss, pointe
consider all possibilities. This w
o find out who and why. But without the fo
. I'll continue to investigate from our end and alert the authoriti
aking the security manager's hand. "Ple