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When the clock ticked 12, a sour smell greeted his nostrils. It was ammonia, he knew. There were hundreds of bodies around him, forming a circle while he sat on a comfortable seat.
His body almost moved out of reflex when someone approached him, but he stopped himself. Knowing she was someone he could never hurt, nor not recognize with his eyes closed. His silk blindfold fell on the floor as it got untangled.
"Happy Birthday!"
He opened his eyes to see everyone surrounding him. His employees, her employees, and their assistants. Everyone clapped their hands. Assistant Colton even popped a party popper on his head.
The party hall was a grand sight to behold. In fact, they were inside one of ZA International's hotel. For tonight's special occasion, they decided to close the hotel, and had its staff join in on the celebration as well. Everyone watched them two with warm regards, although, some sour stares lurking among the crowd managed to sneak in.
