Jason’s POV
When Emily stormed out, her determination palpable, I grabbed my phone and dialled Lucas.
“Jason,” he answered promptly.
“Lucas, tomorrow night, the club. Urgent,” I declared, urgency lacing my tone. Before he could pry, I ended the call.
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Morning arrived swiftly, and I immersed myself in work, moving from one meeting to the next. By the evening, heading to the club seemed like the perfect way to unwind.
“Welcome, Don,” I was greeted with a nod as I settled into my usual booth.
“How’s business tonight?” I leaned in, eager for Seth’s assessment.
“Better than expected, despite the setback with the stolen shipment. It’s as if it never happened,” Seth’s tone held a hint of triumph, and I couldn’t help but smirk, knowing the effort it took to reclaim our goods from the M
