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Armando sat in his sleek leather chair at his office in Neon Nights, his eyes fixed on the live CCTV feed from home. Neon Nights was his prized club, an elite establishment where only the wealthiest patrons gained entry. The walls were lined with shimmering lights, casting a mesmerizing glow across the room, and the faint pulse of music thudded in the background, reverberating through the floors. But tonight, none of it captured his attention. His focus remained entirely on the screen before him, where Jessica and Alvaro were shown in the privacy of their home. Jessica’s face was softer now, absent of the anger that had shadowed it earlier. She held Alvaro close, her laughter faint but visible in the gentle way she cradled him and lifted him, her face lighting up with every tiny squeal of
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