Chapter 91: Meeting Irena
I moved through the VIP section, my steps silent as I approached the back rooms. The dimly lit hallway was lined with expensive decor, but I wasn't here to admire the place.
Third door on the left.
I stopped in front of it, taking a deep breath before pushing it open without knocking.
Inside, the room was lavish—leather couches, a glass table with half-finished drinks, and a faint smell of cigars and expensive perfume.
And sitting in the middle of it all was Irena Vasiliev.
She was even more dangerous-looking in person—long, dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a confidence that came from knowing too much.
She didn't even flinch when I entered. Instead, she casually swirled a glass of whiskey, her lips curling into a smirk.
"Well, well... Samuel Gebb."
She leaned back, crossing her legs. "I was wondering when you'd show up."
I closed the door behind me, keeping my expression unreadable. "Good. Saves me the introductions."
She chuckled, sipping her drink. "You have questions. I have answers. But tell me, Samuel—what do you think happens to men who dig too deep?"