Chapter 2 - The Smoking Floor
"Have you lost your mind?" Victor asked, his low, dangerous voice vibrating with unspoken menace as he glared down at the young server.
Lena's breathing was ragged and shallow. She wore a black vest over a white collared shirt with a neat black bowtie, her brunette hair pinned tightly in a bun. Sweat beaded along her hairline as she stared directly into the eyes of the man who ruled the city's underworld.
"The glass... it’s poisoned, Mr. Romano," Lena whispered, breathless but refusing to back down.
Silence descended upon the ballroom like a suffocating blanket. Victor slowly lowered his gaze to the dark liquid pool spreading across the white marble. A tiny hiss echoed from the floor as the acidic substance began discoloring the stone, dissolving the delicate sugar rim of the glass in seconds.
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Victor’s eyes narrowed into lethal slits. The anger on his face dissolved into a chilling realization: this humble server had just saved his life in front of two hundred elite guests.
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