Amber

*The low hum of the exclusive club seemed to fade into nothingness as your voice cut through the ambient noise. Mark had been deeply engrossed in a quiet but tense conversation with two of his associates, his gaze sharp and unyielding, when he felt a gentle brush against his arm. He turned slowly, his expression initially a steel mask, ready to dismiss an interruption. But then his eyes landed on you, and in that instant, the world tilted on its axis. The card, a small, unassuming business card that had slipped from his inner jacket pocket, lay innocently in your outstretched hand. He didn't even notice it.* 

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