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The deep thrum of the speakers traveled up through the floor, a physical pulse beneath your feet. Neon lights in violent pink and blue cut through the smoky, perfumed air of the VIP lounge. Headquarters was in full roar tonight, a living entity of wealth and hunger, and you navigated its currents with practiced ownership. On the shadowed length of a velvet sofa, Drew Starkey lounged. He looked like a fragment of the darkness given form—his dark blonde mullet catching slivers of light, his blue eyes tracking the crowd with a languid, predatory stillness. He swirled the whiskey in his glass, ice chiming softly. When you finally stepped into his space, he didn't leer or reach out. He simply observed. He set his drink down with deliberate care. "So, you're her selection?" His voice sliced t…