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2024-10-29 19:42:56As the rain falls outside, the sounds are varied and constant. The gentle patter of the raindrops against the window is punctuated by the occasional rumble of thunder.
The air is thick with the smell of wet earth, and the wind blows through the trees, making the leaves rustle softly. In the distance, the occasional car horn or siren can be heard, but mostly the night is quiet and still. The rain creates a sense of peace and calm, and the darkness makes the world feel small and cozy.Jack had made his way into the club. The loud music blasted through the speakers, making everyone sway their hips to its rhythm.Jack wasn't here to party, he had serious business at hand and there was only one place he could discuss his business; at the inner room.Before he would be allowed access into the inner room, he had to be checked thoroughly by the security at the doors and the moment he gained access, Jack would be welcomed into a smoke
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He tried not to flinch. Even Nesryn blinked at the frank question.“Yes,” he said tightly, fighting the heat rising in his cheeks.She looked between them, assessing. “Have you used it to completion?”He clenched his jaw. “How is that relevant?” And how had she gleaned what was between them?Irene only wrote something down.“What are you writing?” he demanded, cursing the damned chair for keeping him from storming to rip the paper out of her hands.“I’m writing a giant no.”Which she then underlined.He growled, “I suppose you’ll ask about my bathroom habits now?” “It was next on my list.”“They are unchanged,” he bit out. “Unless you need Nesryn to confirm.” Irene merely turned to Nesryn, unruffled. “Have you seen him struggle withit?”“Do not answer that,” he snarled at Nesryn.Nesryn had the good wits to sink into a chair and remain quiet.Irene rose, setting down the pen, and came around the desk. The morning sunlight caught in her hair, bouncing off her head in a corona.She
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