Broken Dreams Club - Elite

III

The corridor to the main office was dimly lit with only repetitive typing sounding over and over again in the background; Although prominent, faint. 

The brunette's green eyes paced around the hallway as she tapped her feet impatiently. 

To say Alaska Velazquez was bored of waiting would be an understatement. 

She was sitting and debating just getting up and leaving for the past fifteen or so minutes, but deep down, there was nothing that screamed 'SUSPICIOUS' other than a person who had been called into questioning, showed up, and left. 

Her impatience was so demeaning that she almost missed the familiar blonde woman walking towards her with a single black pen in her hand and her ponytail swaying behind her. 

"We meet again." Alaska said sarcastically as the woman beckoned her forward. Swinging her handbag over her shoulder, she followed the older woman into the office without another word.

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The vibration of the ground Alaska and Alejandro felt as soon as they stepped out of the car was quite obviously due to the repeated thumping base coming from inside the club. 

While Alejandro resisted the urge to jump up and down in the air from excitement, Alaska was trying not to shit bricks as her strappy, silver heels clicked on the pavement. Another thing she was about to do was fall flat onto her face because time had taken a toll on her rememberance  of how to walk in high heels.

Over her white teddy coat, combined with her nerves, the amount of warmth she was feeling was overbearing and the club's atmosphere didn't make it any better. 

"Where did Valerio say we'd be?" Alaska asked her twin, taking off her coat to hand to the small-ish looking lady at the cloak room.

"VIP."

"I know, but at the bar, or the dance floor, or what?"

"Let's just find him first and . . ." 

Alaska couldn't help but zone out at the fact that she began to tune him out when her gaze  was stuck on the flashing lights of red and blue hues in front of her. 

Sure, she had been to the club a couple of times with her cousins during her short time on the French island, but those were smaller, more casual, more easier to let loose in type of clubs. The type where she didn't have to care about wearing a fancy dress and heels to, but rather, the right pair of jeans and sexy bralette would do just fine with some sneakers.

The other major difference was the company. All around her, her surroundings were filled with people she didn't want to see. It gave her an. unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach as she felt  her twin put an arm around her shoulder and lead them both through the crowd of people to make it to the VIP section of the club.

Meanwhile, from the glass windows, Guzman took another sip of his Hennessy on the rocks as he tried not to crush his glass he was clenching tightly in his hand as he set his eyes on the new girl, Nadia, and the one he hated most, Samuel walk descend the stairs. Slamming his drink on the nearest table, the blonde stomped quickly towards Samuel.