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The dim lighting of the club created an atmosphere of mystery and allure, the perfect setting for those who preferred to cloak their business in shadows. Remo sat at a secluded table in the VIP section, a glass of whiskey cradled in his hand. The ice clinked softly as he swirled the amber liquid, lost in thought. The music throbbed in the background, a steady beat that matched the pulse of the city outside, but it barely registered with him. His mind was elsewhere, circling around the complexities of his life and the secrets that seemed to grow darker with each passing day.

A sharp click of heels against the polished floor drew his attention, pulling him out of his reverie. He didn't need to look up to know who it was; the scent of expensive perfume and the unmistakable aura of arrogance were enough. Nicole. She was the last person he wanted to see tonight, but he wasn't surprised she had found him. She always had a way of appearing when he least wanted her around.