Jack’s POV
The exclusive lounge of the casino was dimly lit, quiet, and luxurious—everything the main floor wasn’t. I sat back in the leather chair, the burn of whiskey lingering in my throat, but it did little to settle the unease in my chest.
Margaret’s drunken comments and Rose’s desperate, almost frantic attempts to cover for her replayed in my mind like an annoying loop. Something wasn’t right. The Rose I knew—well, the Rose I thought I knew—was always polished, confident, and untouchable. Tonight, she’d looked fragile, weighed down by the chaos around her.
“Here are the details for the account,” Mr. Barry’s voice cut into my thoughts as he approached, carrying a tablet.
I gestured for him to sit, my focus narrowing on the man who’d been at the center of tonight’s circus. He place
