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Chapter One

“What in the actual fuck?” Juliet nition

Either this was a joke or so her time

Fro in with the other warehouses that lined a dreary street in an obscure industrial park Juliet hadn’t even known existed With cinder-block construction, the club had a black steel door and no front s

There wasn’t even a sign on the building

She would have thought she had the wrong place if she hadn’t double-checked the address

How could this clubrenovation if no one could even tell what it was from the street? She made a mental note to address curb appeal when she met with the owner

Briefcase in hand, she straightened her blouse and knocked on the scuffed metal door, not entirely sure anyone would hear her Only seconds passed before a uy was good to look at His longish red hair contrasted with his startling green eyes He had a sexy smile too

Hellooo

“Hi, I’ns”

“Hi, Juliet frons I’m Grant from Catacombs Come on in”

“Grant?” She frowned “I have a nine o’clock with the owner William Ellis?”

“He’s not in yet But I’ll show you the plans and stuff He’ll be heresoonish” Grant glanced over her shoulder as though expecting Mr Ellis to make a sudden appearance

As Juliet followed hilanced at her watch Nine a issue with punctuality, although frouy had said maybe it was common for him As the only public face of her faners, she was too busy to deal with people who couldn’t make their appointments on time

“Is heoften late?” she asked cautiously, not wanting to offend, but needing to know so she could plan for it their next ht extra ith her to fill the wasted time

Grant chuckled “Yeah But don’t worry, he left his notes”

Inwardly gruhtless main area of the club, into a small office down a hallway One side of the room was covered with blackout blinds A desk sat in the middle of the space with an office chair behind it At least she assumed it was a desk Every square inch was covered withe assortle inch of actual desk showed through the chaos