[Third Person]
The dimly lit room in the VIP area of the upscale bar was luxurious and private. The soft hum of jazz music mingled with the faint scent of tobacco, creating a vibe that was exclusive. Jeff sat comfortably in a plush leather chair, lazily puffing on his cigar, the smoke curled around him in a thick haze. Opposite him, Caspian Black downed another shot of whiskey, his eyes gleaming with interest.
“How’s the plan going?” Caspian asked, setting his empty glass on the table. His voice was casual, but his eyes betrayed his curiosity.
Jeff leaned back, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Perfectly, actually. Zach fell for it, just as you predicted. He was so eager to secure the deal that he didn’t even see the trap.”
Caspian chuckled, a deep, knowing laugh. “I told you. Zach is predic
