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I get out of my car, slamming the door hastily while checking my phone to know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. This is the right location.
I dip my phone into my pocket, walking out of the car park of the club. Anastasia better hope I don’t find her. She’s in for something, that’s for sure.
“Your fee, mister.” A man welcomes me at the entrance of the club, face hard and rugged as he could make it to be. He looks like a pro bouncer. Between the two of us, I know one blow is all it takes to get him on the ground but I didn’t come for violence. My reputable presence is too much of status to tarnish.
I hold my credit card out, signifying that I’m ready to pay the bill when someone walks out of the club holding a drink. She has too much of a huge smile plastered on her fac
