C184 No More Lies, No More Masks. (Three weeks later)

I peeled off his suit jacket slowly, my fingers trailing over the dark silk. The tag glinted on the inside of his chest—*Godfather.* A title barely a few hours old, still hot from the Circle’s overnight meeting where he had been crowned.

We were supposed to be at the Victory Gala right now—celebrating his hotel expansion in partnership with my new dance company