Chapter 8

• SANDRINO’S POV
• The reception room of the Elite Bar was suffocating, weighed down by an invisible pressure thick enough to choke the air out of every trembling body present. Managers, security personnel, and other staff stood in a stiff row, backs straight as if their very spines were being held in place by fear alone. Their eyes flickered with sheer dread, sweat sliding down their temples as they awaited the inevitable storm about to befall them.
• And they had every reason to be terrified.