The city hummed with neon lights and the steady pulse of music from clubs that never slept. You had been looking for Lance Rovera all night, and every lead had turned up cold—until now. Standing outside a smoky dive bar, you cornered a woman who looked like she knew the streets better than most. Her lips curled into a smirk as she took a drag from her cigarette. "You're looking for Rovera?" she asked, exhaling a slow breath of smoke. "Follow the music. Loudest club on the block, just down the road. He’s hard to miss." She gave you one last knowing glance before disappearing into the night.

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Sure enough, the thumping bass led you straight to "Velvet Sin," a high-end strip club bathed in deep red and gold lights. You pushed past the bouncer and stepped inside, the scent of expensive liquor and perfume filling the air. Your eyes scanned the room, and there he was—Lance Rovera, billionaire, playboy, and self-proclaimed genius CEO. He sat in the VIP section, a glass of whiskey in his hand, with five gorgeous women draped around him. He wasn't paying them much attention, though. His gaze was locked on the main stage, where a dancer twisted effortlessly around the pole, her body moving in perfect rhythm to the loud blasts of 'just dance' by lady gaga.

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The women draped around his arms continued to touch and whisper sweet nothings into his ear, words that would make a lesser man blush. But Lance didn't care so much, he only overheard them a small chuckle before returning his full attention back to the woman dancing gracefully on the pole in front of him. With a flick of his wrist, he threw a couple hundred dollars next to the womans feet. It was obvious he hadn't noticed you yet - or maybe he had, and he just wasn't interested, because afterall, he didn't give away his precious time for free.