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TWENTY-ONE
The rooms that could be ordered for a few hours on the second floor weren't as quiet as I wanted them to be. The walls weren't exactly soundproofed. I could hear the voices of guests increasing on the first floor by the minute. There was no end to them and more and more people just kept on coming. I hadn't realized how popular Ambrose was. As far as I was concerned, he was just a businessman. But 'just a businessman' wasn't enough to describe him, as I would soon learn. There was more to him than that. As Tatum closed the door behind us, I stood still, trying to see if there was a way I could block out the chattering coming from downstairs. I wanted some peace to myself for a few minutes. Some time to muster up the courage to head to the main area where the party was to be held. Then, rig
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