MILES
When I watched the video of Adan and Ines, I knew the phone call from her was inevitable. It was only a matter of time. Renee had made a claim about driving a wedge between them, but I hadn't expected her plan to succeed so spectacularly.
Honestly, I thought her meddling would cause a minor hiccup, maybe some heated arguments—not something as dramatic as Adan actually leaving Ines. But here we are. What a delightful turn of events.
As I stepped into the dimly lit club, my eyes scanned the room instinctively. No sign of her. Not yet. I raised a hand, gesturing subtly to one of the servers, and they approached me with quick, deferential steps.
"Where is Ines Brandwith?" I asked.
"She's in private booth ten," the server replied without hesitation.
