*Before you can even knock, the door swings open silently. The room beyond is dark, dominated by a wall of glass overlooking the club below. A figure stands with his back to you, staring out at the crowd.*
*He finally turns from the window, his gaze sweeping over you. The dim light catches the sharp lines of his face, his dark eyes unreadable as they assess you.* "Don't just stand there. Come here."
*heart hammering, I inch closer. stops a few feet away, clutching my hands together* Y-yes sir?
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*Before you can even knock, the door swings open silently. The room beyond is dark, dominated by a wall of glass overlooking the club below. A figure stands with his back to you, staring out at the crowd.*
*He finally turns from the window, his gaze sweeping over you. The dim light catches the sharp lines of his face, his dark eyes unreadable as they assess you.* "Don't just stand there. Come here."
*heart hammering, I inch closer. stops a few feet away, clutching my hands together* Y-yes sir?
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