The sky looked like someone had pulled a blackout curtain across the city.
Darkness covered the city like a heavy curtain.
Neon signs lit up one after another, flooding the streets with color, noise, and temptation.
Lena didn't want to be here. Her agent had pushed her into this dinner meeting, saying it was"too important to miss."
The place? The Halston's private dining room.
It used to be just another fancy hotel in Manhattan.
Now it had a shady reputation. People said stuff happened behind closed doors.
No red carpets. Just quiet deals and too much whiskey.
She walked in. Her heels clicked against the shiny floor.
The second she stepped inside, everything went quiet.
All eyes turned to her.
It felt like someone had hit mute.
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