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After he disappeared, Olivia rested her head against the table.

Despite herself, she felt the tears sting at the back of her eyes.

Chapter 15

Intheheartofbustling New York City, tucked away in an unassuming corner was The Velvet Lounge.

This was why it was his favorite place.

The exclusive venue had an aura of mystique and sophistication he liked, offering a haven for those looking for solace from the chaotic outside world, and he needed as much of that as he could now. As Roman stepped into the dimly lit space, the familiar sense of tranquility washed over him.

“Yeah Scott, keep close, I’ll be out of here soon. Remember to reschedule my meeting with the Wangs.”

He turned off his phone and pocketed it, searching for Thompson and Allen.

The ambient lighting cast a soft, warm glow, painting the room in shades of deep burgundy and amber. The flickering candlelight danced upon the tables, casting gentle shadows that added to the intimate atmosphere. Plush velvet curtains carpeted the walls, creating a cocoon of privacy.

“Hey Roman, over here.”

Allen and Thompson were settled into a secluded booth nestled in the corner of the lounge. The booth was closed partially in a curtain of heavy velvet drapes, shielding their conversation from prying eyes. Soft jazz melodies played in the background.

“There you guys are.”

“This place is pretty sweet; how come you’ve never told me about this before?” Allen asked.

The booth itself was a study in comfort and luxury, with plush velvet upholstery in rich hues of midnight blue; Roman sighed as he sank in, the seats embracing him.

“Yes, this place is beautiful. I don’t blame you for keeping this place to yourself,” Thomson said. He was on his phone as he nodded to Roman.

The table was decorated with a simple yet elegant arrangement of fresh flowers, the delicate fragrance mingling with the warm aroma of hot chocolate Allen had ordered.

“How about we get some real food?” Thomson asked, turning his nose up at Allen’s choice of beverage.

“Yeah, I’m starving,” Roman confessed, signaling the waiter.

The waitstaff, dressed in impeccable black suits, walked silently and discreetly toward them.

“What will you fine gentlemen be having?”

Roman’s mind flashed back to his conversation with Olivia as Thompson covered their order.

His thoughts were interrupted by the waiter, gracefully carrying a tray laden with drinks. With a warm smile, he set the drinks before them.

He’d best not dwell too much on it.

“Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

Glasses clinked softly as they sipped exquisite cocktails and fine wines selected by Thompson.

In a few minutes, Thompson, Allen, and Roman engaged in light banter, the air alive with playful camaraderie.

Thompson, known for his flirtatious nature, teased Allen about his latest romantic endeavors, much to the amusement of Roman.

“Come on, Allen, you can’t deny your way with the ladies,” Thompson chuckled, nudging him playfully. “You’ve got a charm oozing out of every pore!”

Allen grinned and shrugged. “Well, what can I say? I guess I’ve got a knack for making hearts flutter.”

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