At Shake It.
The insistent thump of the bass from Shake It vibrated through the floor, but Fiona’s office remained an island of calm.
The heavy soundproofing worked its magic, creating a silence that felt almost unnatural given the club's frenetic energy just beyond the door.
Fiona sat behind her desk, a sleek, minimalist affair that didn't quite match the club's flamboyant décor. She had invited Ethan and he sat opposite her.
"Dean's in trouble," Fiona stated, her voice cutting through the silence. "He's desperate. And I know you're behind it."
Ethan’s lips twitched into a smirk. “And what makes you so certain?” His voice was smooth, yet laced with an underlying hardness.
Fiona’s eyes locked with his. “Dean’s testimony is useless without the St. Jude’s records. Convenient, isn’t it?
