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Oɱɳιʂƈιҽɳƚ NσʋҽɱႦҽɾ 9ƚԋ Mαɳԋαƚƚαɳ, NY
The dimly lit room was silent except for the faint tapping of Jeremiah's fingers against the table. A glass of whiskey sat untouched before him, the amber liquid catching the faint glow of the single lamp overhead.
Across from him sat Irene, her legs crossed, her Chanel suit pristine. She sat poised and deliberate, her eyes cold and calculating.
"You're wasting time," Irene said, breaking the silence. Her voice was sharp, each word edged with impatience. "I need results, Jeremiah. If you're serious about this, you need to step it up."
Jeremiah's jaw clenched as he leaned back in his chair.
"You think this is easy? Ivory's entire world revolves around that man. She barely even noticed me once she found out he was in the same club as us, she didn't even spare me a glance." He shook his head, frustration flashing in his eyes.
"And everyone around her? They're like bodyguards. Nayeli watches her like a hawk, and don't even get me started on that Isaiah guy, I couldn't even stand next to her without it being an issue."
Irene scoffed, leaning forward and pointing a manicured finger at him. "Excuses. If you want to honor Jayce, you'll stop whining and figure it out."
Jeremiah flinched at the mention of his brother's name.
His expression darkened, and his voice dropped. "Don't talk to me about honoring Jayce. I knew him better than you ever did. All you ever did was use him for money anyway! Do you think I don't feel this every single day? That I don't replay what happened in my head?" His fists clenched on the table, and his tone turned bitter.
"Xaier killed him. With the help of your daughter. That bastard took everything from Jayce—his life, his wife, and now, he's walking around free, as if none of it even matters."
Irene's lips curled into a humorless smile. "Then do something about it. But do not get my daughter caught in the crossfire of this, she'll learn her own lesson from me. Don't let Jayce's death mean nothing either. Get closer to Ivory. Break her trust in Xaier and shift it to you. If we can turn her against him, we'll have everything we need to bury him—both for killing Jayce and for that filthy drug empire he's building."
Jeremiah looked down at the table, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge, frustration bubbling over. He wasn't listening to what she said about not getting Ivy caught in the crossfire. As far as he was concerned, both of them could go to prison for all he cared. But first they needed solid proof or a confession.
"You make it sound so simple," he muttered. "But Ivory...she's not stupid. She's...damn complicated."
"Complicated?" Irene raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with disdain.
