CHAPTER FORTY FIVE – THE HEIR

Cassie hurried through the quiet streets of the city, her heels clicking against the pavement. The Grey Room loomed ahead, its sleek facade a stark contrast to the homey charm of Cheesy Fingers. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever the day might bring. As she pushed open the heavy doors, the club's interior was bathed in soft morning light, a far cry from the pulsing energy of the night before. Marcus stood at the bar, his crisp suit as impeccable as ever. "Cassie," he called out, waving her over. "Right on time. How about a coffee before we chat?" "That'd be great, thanks," Cassie replied, settling onto a barstool. Marcus slid a steaming mug towards her. "So, how are you finding work at the Grey Room?" Cassie wrapped her hands around the warm cup. "It's... intense. Definitely a change of pace from Cheesy Fingers." "I bet," Marcus chuckled. "You're doing well, though. I've had my eye on you." "Really?" Cassie raised an eyebrow. "Because it feels like I'm barely