CHAPTER 296
KATYA POV
The door closed behind us with a quiet click and the sudden silence felt almost strange after the constant pulse of music from the club.
The bass was still there, faint and distant through the walls, but it no longer filled the air. It was just a low rhythm now, like the building itself had a heartbeat.
I stepped inside slowly. Michael's office was nothing like I had imagined. It wasn't flashy or overly decorated the way some people might expect a club owner's office to be.
Dark colors dominated the room, quite yes. The walls were a deep charcoal shade, smooth and matte, giving the office a calm, grounded atmosphere.
A large black desk sat near the center of the room, its polished surface reflecting the warm glow from the lights above.
Behind it stood a wide leather chair that looked dangerously comfortable. But despite the darker tones, the room didn't feel gloomy.
