They had spent the last few minutes trading the kind of casual banter that only exists between men who have seen the darkest sides of the human soul. Finally, Ace leaned forward, his expression shifting from playful to clinical.
"Find me a nightclub, Larry," Ace began, his voice dropping into a low, authoritative register. "It needs to be a turnkey operation—already functioning, fully staffed, and high-tier. Most importantly, it must have an established hostess program with girls who can maintain their composure under pressure. I need a place that’s already the pulse of the district’s elite."
Larry Anderson’s eyes flared with a brief, familiar spark of recognition. He leaned in, a conspiratorial, oily grin spreading across his face as he misinterpreted the command as a request for person
