I followed Cami through the heavy velvet curtains, expecting a sterile business meeting. Instead, I stepped into a candlelit lounge that smelled of expensive jasmine and high-grade weed.
Sitting on a plush white leather sofa, framed by the dim neon glow, was Sasha—looking like she'd been expecting me the whole time. Beside her sat the woman who had dominated every headline for months: Evelyn Sun.
Sasha's face lit up with a mischievous grin. "Oh, there he is," she purred, leaning back to give me a full view of the woman next to her.
