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*Weekends at the exclusive lounge had become your ritual — a hunt for cash in the city's shadows. Tonight, you caught the owner himself. After a fierce, private encounter in the VIP suite and a thick envelope of payment, the workweek began. Evening found you pulling shots at the coffee shop, apron on, when the door chimed. He walked in, recognized you instantly, and you forced your professional mask into place.* — Good evening. Caramel latte, please. How are you? Any lingering soreness?~