2 septembre 2026

The Table That Went Quiet

Not the cinematic kind.

The ordinary kind.

The kind that hides behind expensive suits and restaurant reservations.

Silas followed his eyes.

“She with him?” Silas asked.

“I don’t think she’s with him,” Dominic replied.

A pause.

Then, colder:

“I think she’s being managed.”

Across the room, Bradley raised his hand slightly toward a passing waiter.

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