I focused on the paperwork Elysia had handed me. The club's finances were a mess, and I couldn't afford distractions, not even the alluring kind Elysia presented.
As I scoured the records, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The numbers didn’t lie, and the truth they were telling was grim. It was clear someone was playing games with the club's money. But why? Who would benefit from the club’s downfall?
The scent of Elysia lingered in my mind—sweet, like vanilla, with a hint of something darker—like a promise of danger. It was distracting, but I had to keep my focus. This was my domain, my responsibility, and if someone was trying to ruin it, they'd have to go through me.
I knew I had enemies in the city, rivals who’d love to see me fall. But whoever was behind this was m
