CHAPTER THIRTEEN – PARTY AT THE CLUB

Stepping out of the restaurant, the setting sun cast a warm glow on the bustling city street. Kayla found Lance and Lana standing by the limousine, their body language hinting at a lingering intimacy. "So, how did the meeting go?" Lance inquired, a smirk playing on his lips. He hadn't even bothered attending, the charade of a "business meeting" as transparent as his intentions. Kayla sighed, suppressing her rising anger. "The dance troupe seems talented," she replied curtly. "We finalized the details." Lance waved a dismissive hand. "Excellent. Now get in, let's get home." The ride back to the penthouse was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Kayla stared out the window, her mind replaying the afternoon's events. Lana, sensing the tension, tried to make conversation, but Kayla remained unresponsive. Inside the penthouse, dinner was a quiet affair. Kayla barely touched her food, the taste turning to ash in her mouth. Neither Lance nor Lana seemed to notice, or perhaps they simply