Early Morning:-
City Nightclub:-
The first rays of dawn crept through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting a dim glow over the private lounge of club. The air still carried the remnants of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and a faint trace of spilled perfume.
On the plush leather sofa, Riley stirred from her drunken sleep, her head pounding like a drum. As expected, after an entire night spent passed out in the bar, she had woken up with a fever.
Two bar staff, sent by Lane to check on her, hovered over her with concerned expressions. One of them hesitantly placed a hand on her forehead, immediately frowning.
"Riley, you're burning up! Your forehead is so hot."
The second staff member reached out to confirm and gasped. "This is bad. You're definitely running a fever. You should go to the hospital. I'll let Lane know you need the day off."
