Inside the VIP room of Heist Brew Bar, the air smelled of sweet wine and cigars. Vice Governor Henry Willow sat comfortably on the velvet couch, legs crossed, swirling his glass of expensive red wine. But his face didn’t match the pleasure of the moment. He frowned deeply, watching the stage through the tinted glass window overlooking the main club.
The door opened, and in came Mr. Luke Samonte, the smiling owner of Heist Brew Bar. Dressed in a fancy suit, he walked toward Henry with confident steps and poured himself a drink.
“Vice Governor,” Luke said with a wide grin, “are you enjoying your night? Everything good?”
Henry took another long sip of his wine before answering. His voice was calm but sharp. “Something feels strange tonight.”
Luke raised an eyebrow. “Strange? What do you m
