I could feel the weight of Kilein Carter’s gaze on me even before I stepped onto the stage. It was heavy, suffocating, laced with something dark and unreadable.But I didn’t stop.I walked straight to the bar, my hands steady as I leaned in closer to the bartender.“I need a job,” I repeated, my voice firm, unwavering.The bartender hesitated, his eyes flickering toward the VIP section where Kilein sat, then back to me. A slow smirk stretched across his lips. “You sure you know what you’re asking for?”“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”He exhaled sharply, tossing the towel he was using to wipe glasses over his shoulder. “Manager’s office is in the back. But be careful—this place chews people up and spits them out.”I didn’t need the warning. I wasn’t here to survive. I was here to destroy.*The manager, a burly man with graying hair and a sharp gaze, studied me from behind his desk. The room smelled of whiskey and stale cigar smoke, and the dim lighting cast long shadows against the
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