Chapter 97:
Robert's Point of View
I stepped into the club, my body groaning under the weight of a suffocating exhaustion; four consecutive meetings were enough to suck the last drop of energy from my nerves.
I loosened my tie slightly, feeling the heaviness of my steps on the luxurious carpet as I headed directly toward Julie's room.
My motivation was nothing but to see "Axel" yes, Axel, not Julie.
I opened the door quietly, but the scene that greeted me made me freeze in my place for an extra second.
Julie was standing before the mirror, raising her arms to style her hair, which seemed to have just regained its vitality.
She had discarded her previous clothes and wore a tight pink dress that hugged the curves of her body with extreme precision down to her knees, and she wore high-heeled shoes of the same color.
In the middle of the dark room, she looked like a rebellious painting, or a fashion model who had lost her way into my dark lair.
