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Edrick made his way through the busy evening streets, his mind turning over the details Oliver had shared with him earlier. A dinner invitation wasn't unusual in his line of work, but when Oliver mentioned who he would be meeting tonight, Edrick had found himself... intrigued.
He wasn't someone who often requested meetings, let alone dinners, and it had piqued Edrick's curiosity enough to agree.
Edrick straightened his jacket, feeling the smooth fabric under his fingertips as he glanced up at the impressive building. The place screamed wealth and exclusivity, and its name showed it was for the elite. Edrick wasn't particularly moved by it—he had been to countless places like this.
He stepped through the grand entrance and a well-dressed hostess greeted him with a polite smile. "Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?" she asked smoothly.
"Edrick," he replied, his voice calm. "I believe there's a reservation under Edrick Pierce name."