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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 2

Azeala's POV

Tonight is the reopening of the club. Not that it was closed, but it's reopening under my name.

Sitting at my desk right now, there is so much paperwork. The urge to burn it was as high as the Burj Khalifa, but I couldn't as they were important.

'Are they really that important, though? It's simply just setting it aflame and watching all my problems go up in smoke,' I thought.

Right now, I wanted a tub of strawberry cheesecake ice cream and to go home to my precious baby.

I miss her so much.

"Don't even think of burning it, Azzy" my assistant, Giovanni, said, using his leg to close the door as his hands were filled with more problems.

'Should I burn him too?'

"I wasn't thinking of doing that so how dare you assume?" I accused, lying straight through my teeth.

"Yeah, well, I'd believe you if you weren't looking at the papers like they kidnapped Rue," he deadpanned.

"Don't bring my baby into this," I said, crossing my hands over my chest.

"Not like I want to. That thing's a devil," he said, shuddering.

'That?? How dare he?'

"She's not a devil; she just doesn't like you," I stated simply.

'Why are we even having this conversation?'

"But how could anyone not like me!? Like have you seen me?" He exclaimed dramatically before doing a pose.

"We both have and were not impressed," I said.

☕︎

It's currently 11 and the club has been open for a while. Everything is going great so far, and the dance floor is packed with people.

"Everything's looking great," said Isabella as she came into the office sipping on a margarita.

"I'd hope so," I said, not looking up from the last of my paperwork.

'Wretched things'

"Why don't you just finish up tomorrow?" she questioned.

"Why do it tomorrow when I can do it now, plus this is the last of it. One more review of this, and I'm done," I stated.

"Suit yourself," she shrugged, relaxing on the couch.

☕︎

'Finally done; I should've burned it though.'

I got up from my chair and stretched, hearing my bones pop and releasing a sigh.

'That was good as fuck'

I made my way out of my office and to the VIP area, a floor below. I greeted people and exchanged pleasantries with a couple of people before stepping away.

I walked over to the railing overlooking the regular area.

The bars were active, and people were having a great time using the rooms down the hallways, which were privileged for our members. Overall, it was a great opening night.

I kept looking around before something—more like someone caught my eye.

It was a guy.

From what I could tell due to the lighting, he was beautiful.

I hardly called men beautiful but that word just seemed so fitting for him.

He came in with another guy, brushing past people as they made their way over to the bar, conversing with the bartenders. Not long after that, the guy he came with went over to the dance floor.