Chapter 72
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Undercover as a model. Gathering intelligence on drug trafficking to clubs
The neon lights of the nightclub pulsed in sync with the throbbing bass, casting colorful shadows across Sophia's face as she weaved through the crowd. Her lithe figure, clad in a form-fitting designer dress, drew admiring glances from patrons and staff alike. But Sophia's mind was focused on a different objective entirely.
As she approached the bar, she caught the eye of the bartender – a tall, tattooed man with a knowing smirk. She leaned in close, her lips barely moving as she placed her order. "Vodka tonic, light on the ice," she said, her voice pitched just loud enough to be heard over the music.
The bartender nodded, his hands moving swiftly to prepare her drink. Sophia's eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail. She noted the VIP section tucked away in the corner, the steady stream of people entering and exiting a door marked "Employees Only," and the subtle exchanges happening in dark corners.
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