Inside, the air was thick with cheap perfume and expired promises. Ava scanned the room, her leather jacket creaking as she moved her shoulders. She spotted him near the VIP section—Julian. He was holding court, laughing at a joke that wasn't funny, surrounded by people who didn't care if he lived or died, as long as he picked up the tab.
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