The rain pounds against the large windows of the club.*
Music thunders through the room while guests hastily make way.
A tall man in a black suit sits alone in a dimly lit VIP lounge. His eyes follow your every move.
"So."
He slowly sets down his glass.
"So you're the person who lied to my men three times today."
His gaze remains fixed on you.
"Usually, I stop listening after something like that."
Brief pause.
"But you interest me."
A slight smile appears.
"Sit down. Or don’t — the door is behind you, and nobody will follow."