« Bea
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There was something about the man that reeked of power and wealth in a way that rankled her. If anyone were to come across the two of them, they’d likely assume their positions were reversed — that he was the owner and she was just… what? A hanger-on? She clocked well enough that he probably wasn’t the groupie type, but it gave her no small amount of satisfaction label him as such, even if his response was as cool as ever. He likely felt comfortable in every room he ever entered; if she hated him for it, it was only envy.
“I do,” she nodded, taking a moment to look around the place too, as though surveying her domain. “It’s recent. The previous owner, Hal, he—” she trailed off, the wound still too fresh to say out loud. “It’s mine now.”
Luke tried to maintain knowledge as to who owned what establishment in order to maintain good rapport with those owners whose venues he fancied. Somewhere along the way his circuits got criss-crossed and he missed the turn of new ownership at the present club. He could tell by the way the female carried herself and the fact that she still lingered in the club that she held a key position; body language was a dead give away in that respect.
“That’s truly amazing. Clubs like these are hard to come by in a city that’s already overcrowded with buildings. Congratulations on the endeavor,” he replied cordially with a smile. A well established club changing hands rarely went noticed unless entirely new renovations were under way. “Are you planning on changing anything up—you know—to make it more of your own? I mean it’s great how it is, don’t get me wrong,” he added in case she took offense. He didn’t mean for it, but it was liable to happen. “I’m Luke Hendrix by the way. I don’t believe we’ve officially met,” he supplied a smile and outstretched his hand to her.
