I did Not hesitate, I agreed, Let the games begin!
The Butcher’s Club was designed to intimidate—a subterranean chill, dark mahogany walls, and oxblood leather booths creating an air of old-money authority. It smelled of seared fat and scotches worth more than my monthly mortgage. I sat in a corner, knuckles white around a glass of ice water, waiting to meet the woman who was…
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