CHAPTER 16: Shadows in the VIP Room
Reese's POV
I didn’t want to go back to the penthouse.
The thought of walking onto those cold marble floors and facing Betty’s rehearsed smiles made the pounding headache behind my eyes throb even harder.
My mind was already a chaotic mess of missing memories and corporate fires.
Instead of telling my driver to head home, I redirected him to The Obsidian Lounge. It was an exclusive, dimly lit jazz club tucked away in a quiet corner of Midtown. It was the only place in the city where I could actually hear myself think.
I sat alone in a plush leather booth in the back of the VIP section. A glass of expensive amber scotch sat untouched on the table in front of me.
The ice clinked softly against the crystal as I dragged my thumb across the rim.
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