Chapter 4 — The Zenith Club Encounter

Third Person

The Zenith Club’s golden glow spilled out onto the rain-slicked streets of the city, a beacon of exclusivity nestled amidst the towering skyline. Inside, the air was thick with muted jazz and low whispers, as the city’s power players huddled in intimate groups, their alliances and rivalries hidden behind crystalline glasses of whiskey and champagne. Every detail of the club—the velvet drapes, the gilded sconces, the polished glass tables—exuded wealth and secrecy. It was a battlefield of influence, and tonight, Elena Marlowe was walking straight into the fray.