The dim hum of the club pulsed faintly through the walls as Lily made her way to Michael Ramsey’s office. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floors, each step echoing in her ears as though announcing her presence to the shadows. She hesitated outside the slightly ajar door, taking a steadying breath before pushing it open.
Michael sat behind his desk, his dark eyes immediately locking onto her as she entered. A slow smile spread across his face, exuding a charm that was as disarming as it was unsettling.
“Lily,” he greeted warmly, standing to motion her inside. “Punctual as always.”
“You said you needed to see me,” she replied, keeping her voice steady as she stepped into the room.
“Indeed,” Michael said, his tone smooth as silk. He gestured to the chair across from him. “Si
