C21 This Isn't Over

ALESSIA

They sat on a long leather sofa, the three of them dressed in crisp white shirts and tailored black trousers, looking every bit as dangerous as their reputation. Two bottles of whiskey were set on the tempered glass center table, and three ladies in masks sat quietly beside them.

The room looked like a private club, dim and covered in a soft blue light.

A frown crept on my face