The night began unlike any she expected from him.
No boardrooms waited for them.No investors.No polite dinners arranged down to the last fork.
Jordan simply said, “Get ready. We are going out,” and left it at that. His tone did not warm, yet something in it hinted at a shift, a break from his own strict patterns.
They stepped into the car, and silence held between them, steady and unreadable. The city lights slid past the window in a blur of gold and winter blue until the car finally stopped beside a familiar brick exterior washed in soft neon.
Fifth Social Club. The kind of place where the night moved like heat beneath the skin.
Inside, the music throbbed through the floorboards. Shadows rippled with each beat. Laughter drifted from dim corners. Bodies swayed beneath the scattered gl
