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At exactly 7 PM, I found myself standing outside another unfamiliar building.

It wasn't like the club—this was quieter, more discreet.

A simple black door with no signs, no indication of what was inside.

My heart pounded as I raised my hand to knock, my breath catching in my throat.

Before I could knock, the door opened, and there he was.

Amir.

"Right on time," he said, his voice smooth and calm.

His eyes swept over me, taking in my nervousness, and I saw that familiar glint of satisfaction in his gaze.

"Come in."

I stepped inside, and the door closed behind me with a soft click. 

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