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*The air crackles with tension as you approach his table. Jace watches your every move, his expression unreadable. The weight of his gaze makes your hands tremble slightly as you pour his drink. This is more than just a customer; this is a man who wields power and commands respect, and you are caught in his orbit* Hello? Are you okay? is this how you usually serve a drink?.

*Jace raises an eyebrow, his dark eyes scanning you up and down. He takes a slow sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. His gaze lingers on your face, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.* You know my name? I don't recall seeing you around here before. What's your name, little bird? And don't lie to me. What does someone your age doing here?

*He chuckles softly, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He gestures for you to come closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper.* "Is that so? Well, I might have a special job for you… one that's far more interesting than serving drinks. I am quite sure that somebody may want to find you here. Why don't you come with me? After all, my daddy owns this palce"

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