SOPHIA'S POVThe music pulsed through the club, and I tried my best to keep up with Nico as we danced on the dance floor. He was laughing, spinning me around, but I made sure to maintain a polite distance. As much as he seemed harmless, I didn’t want to give him any ideas. My mind suddenly drifted to Mr. Graham. I hadn't seen him since we arrived here. ‘Where could he be?’ Still dancing, now in a slow pace, my eyes scanned through the clubhouse, searching for him. I shifted my eyes to a direction and saw him at the bar, sitting uncomfortable on the stool, his posture was stiff, and he clutched his chest with his hand like he was in pain. Panic surged through me. “Sir?” I called out, rushing over to him, vamoosing the dance floor.A woman beside him, chewing gum and dressed like she’d forgotten half her wardrobe at home, turned to me. “He doesn’t look so good,” she said lazily, though her tone was more annoyed than concerned.“Excuse me,” I muttered, pushing past her to steady him
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