Harry Gaskins lounged in a plush armchair at the back of the opulent Diamond Club, the golden glow from the chandelier above casting a warm light across his face. He swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching the amber liquid catch the light. Across from him sat Caleb Winslow, a man known in the underworld as the 'King of Diamonds'. Caleb's face was a mask of barely concealed fury, his piercing blue eyes locked onto Harry with a cold, calculating intensity.
The club was a place of luxury, where the rich and powerful mingled away from the prying eyes of the public. Thick, velvet drapes hung from the walls, and the air was heavy with the scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey. Soft jazz music played in the background, adding to the ambiance of wealth and decadence. But despite the opulent surroundings, the tension between Harry and Caleb was palpable, a sharp contrast to the otherwise serene setting.
