Chapter 89 Exclusive Club
- Rain sluiced down the grimy Manhattan street, blurring the neon glow of the discreet club entrance.
- The bouncer, a mountain of a man with an impassive face, glanced at the code on the crisp card Janet offered. Her heart pounded as she prepared to enter a new world, while the bouncer deftly punched in the code on his tablet.
- “Please,” the bouncer motioned for her to proceed.