The room hums with tension and money. Until it doesn’t She walks in, and the silence is instant. No name. No excuse Just the scrape of a chair being claimed by someone who shouldn’t exist at this table The others glare.Waiting for him to call it off He meets her gaze without flinching. Then he speaks, voice low and cutting like a knife They want to throw you out. I want to see how fast you bleed
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