Chapter 1681: Underground vault
"So, where are you headed?"
Atlas’s question rang softly in Dean’s ears as the latter thought about it.
"I don’t know," said Dean, catching sight of a staff member just standing outside the door, where a sign read, [Authorized Personnel Only].
"But she might know," he added, jerking his chin toward the staff member.
Slowly, Atlas moved his eyes to the staff as they approached her.
Stopping in front of her, the staff member looked up at them once and offered them a smile. She then reached for the door, opening it and stepping inside. But instead of continuing, she held the door for both men.
Atlas and Dean glanced at each other. At this point, neither of them knew how to feel. After all, stepping in could lead them to answers—or something worse. Even so, nothing was said as they walked in.
Once they were inside, the female staff closed the door behind them.
"This way, please." She motioned ahead with her hand before taking the initiative to walk in front of them.
The space behind the door was quieter, like an office in the club. Glasses lined either side of the wide hallway. On one side, they could see the kitchen cooking orders for the club. On the other side was a private lounge.
Good thing I don’t hang out in private lounges, Dean thought as he noticed a group doing more than just drinking. The scene was less than pornographic, but it was surely heading that way.
Atlas, on the other hand, just stared at them coldly before looking away. "Pathetic."