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    As the workday drew to a close, Isabe sent Brenna a photo of Mack entering a bar called Above the Clouds, along with its location.


    After work, Brenna had Finley drive her to the ce.


    The bar exuded sophistication, with soft lighting casting a warm glow. A soulful singer’s voice blended with the low hum of elegant music, while a charismatic bartender deftly crafted drinks.


    Brenna, nked by Libby and Finley, made her way to the bar counter, where a disy of premium liquors lined the shelves, each bottle carrying a price tag far out of reach for an ordinary person.


    She nced at herpanions. “What do you want to drink?”


    Libby scanned the menu, her eyes widening at the prices—each cocktail cost at least a grand, well beyond her modest paycheck. Luckily, Brenna was footing the bill. “Something not too expensive is fine,” Libby said, keeping her tone casual.<fn4f3e> Content originallyes from find[?]ovel</fn4f3e>


    Finley, meanwhile, studied the array of bottles, spotting several prestigiousbels he had only heard about, never sampled. But he reminded himself that his job was to keep Brenna safe, not to sip fancy liquor.


    “Anything works for me,” he muttered, though his eyes lingered on a bottle of aged rum.


    Brenna ordered a rum cocktail, a shot of tequ, and a ss of whiskey.


    After that, Finley chose a seat with a clear view of the room, staying vignt.


    Brenna’s attention was already fixed on Mack.


    He wore a ck shirt, unbuttoned at the top, exposing a broad chest smeared with lipstick, including a smudge on his neck. Beside him sat a wealthy woman in her fifties, her hands wandering boldly under his shirt as he poured drinks for her.


    “Who would have guessed he would sink this low?” Brenna said, reclining on the booth’s plush couch, legs crossed, observing Mack with a mix of amusement and disdain.


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    Libby sensed Brenna was here to watch the drama unfold and disliked Mack.


    “Should I stir up some trouble for him?” Libby asked, half-joking.


    Brenna shook her head, her voice cool. “No need. I’m just here to watch him reap what he has sown.”


    The woman next to Mack, grinning slyly, pulled a small stic bag from her purse. “Let’s make this fun,” she said, dropping a blue pill from the bag into his drink.


    It fizzed and dissolved rapidly.


    “Pauline, isn’t this a bit much for a ce like this?” Mack objected, his tone uneasy.


    Pauline Watts’ expression soured. “What is this? I pay you generously, and you can’t keep me entertained? You balk at a little something to spice up the night? If you’re going to be this difficult, why would I bother with you again? I picked you for your skills in bed and charm, and I’ve given you a lot of money, so don’t act unappreciative now.”


    She pushed the drink toward his lips.


    Mack hesitated but caved. Earlier, Pauline had slipped him twenty grand, and refusing might mean losing it—or worse, missing out on more.


    “Alright, don’t be upset,” he said, forcing a smile as he gulped the drink. A rush hit him instantly, urging him to dance, sing, or shed his clothes.


    Though the booth’s high backrest partially obscured her view, Brenna’s elevated seat gave her a clear line of sight of the scene.


    Mack, now buzzing with energy, said to Pauline, “Let’s hit a private room—I can’t wait any longer.”


    Pauline smirked, pleased. “Now that’s more like it. I’ve got some new toys to try out today. Let’s try them one by one.”


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