Third Person
Hannah walks through the restaurant like she owns it. She wears an expensive purse on her arm, waving it around as she removes the sunglasses from her face. She walks towards the back of the restaurant, nodding her head at the manager as he allows her to slip beneath the cover of darkness.
The restaurant is known for its undiscoverable dinners. Politicians, Alpha, and socialites alike come here to drink and mingle with each other, to share a meal as they complete shady deals with the Law right outside the door, unable to touch them.
Hannah is no different. She sits down in a table in the corner, a twisted smile, curving her lips upward as she looks at the man who sits in front of her.
“Jack,” she greets him with the head nod, “it's good to finally put a face to the name. I
