❝𝒎𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒔.❞
(you're missing from me.)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Iva Laurent lost her parents when she was eight. Sold to the black market by her only relative left on this earth, she was l...
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LONDON January Location: Nightclub, Libertine
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"Ladies, this is an exclusive club. If you're not on the list, we can't let you in," A huge bouncer guy stepped in front the both of us, stopping us.
"Vanessa Yang," Vivienne said, flashing her 'VIP' membership card to the guy for a reservation check.
"The reservation is booked for two, please present your identity too," he said in his gruff voice as he looked towards me.
"Evelyn Larsson," I smiled sweetly.
He pressed on his earpiece before stepping aside and nodding at us, "Welcome to Libertine, ladies."
Vivienne giggled teasingly at him, giving a squeeze on his muscular arm as we walked in. I turned my head slightly and saw the bouncer stunned in his position. He froze until his colleague whacked him on the back to get his attention on the job. I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly as I glared a little at Vivienne. Playful as always.
The music boomed louder as we neared the entrance and the manager of the club came forward to greet us, "Ladies, would you like for me to show the way?"
At this moment, a familiar voice spoke through the hidden earpiece. "Have the both of you entered the club?"
"Yes," I smiled politely to the manager but directed that reply towards Seth who was on the other side of the call, waiting for us to update on our status.
"Great, the fake reservation worked," Seth laughed. "Time check, it's 23:39 now. Holiday has a reservation at the wall banquet seat just adjacent to ours. The last person he called before leaving his apartment was Derek Davidson, a human, by the way. According to the time of departure and current traffic condition, he would arrive at 23:48. From here on, it's all on both of you. Good luck and I'll be on the other side to provide further assistance when required."
We eventually reached our seats and Vivienne chirped a reply to acknowledge Seth's briefing, "Thanks."
"What can I get for you ladies?" the manager asked with welcoming politeness.
"Veuve Clicquot, Rosé." Vivienne took out her black card and handed it towards the waiter. He nodded and left. I scanned the surroundings and there was nothing special about this club except that it looked exactly the place where rich kids party. The all hyped-up atmosphere, needlessly expensive interiors and an endless amount of liquor on the tables that nobody actually finishes anyways.
The manager soon came back with the champagne and he carefully filled our glass while we engaged each other in a mindless banter as we waited for him to leave. She whispered and I heard her through the hidden earpiece, "If Holiday comes in looking like a model from Vogue Hommes and smell like A&F, I'm seriously going to cringe. Someone needs to educate these cacs to have variety."
