Eloise left the office with the same professional composure as always. She sat at her desk, resumed her work, reviewed the schedule, and answered a few emails while the clock slowly moved forward. At exactly nine, August stepped out of his office with his usual commanding presence. His steps were firm, his expression unreadable. He passed her desk, glanced at her, and said a single word. "Let's go." He didn't stop walking, as if it were just another instruction in the middle of the day. She grabbed her bag, her tablet, a small notepad, and her water bottle, rising quickly to follow him. They went down to the garage where the driver was already waiting. The door was opened, and they both got in without exchanging a single word. The car moved smoothly through the city, the quiet hum of the radio filling the silence. Soon the car passed through an ornate iron gate and continued along a tree-lined driveway. In the distance, the imposing façade of the club appeared. A modern bui
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