Within the building, a middle-aged man walked in. The dim lights caught the silver streaks in his dark hair, his tailored suit marking him as someone who didn't belong in this part of town.
"Nice of you to swing by, Ace," Chloe remarked casually, legs crossed at the ankle as she lounged behind the desk that wasn't hers.
Ace's eyes swept the office, taking in the luxurious furnishings that screamed Cassian's taste, not the woman before him. His expression hardened as he stepped further into the room.
"Let's skip the small talk and get down to business."
"Do you have the money?" Chloe tapped red nails against the mahogany desk, the sound like a countdown.
"Do you have my merchandise?" Ace replied, returning her wink with a smirk of his own. He remained standing, refusing to take the sea
