Tufan Ali Uluhan

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In the basement of the nightclub, music was playing non-stop. People were dancing, laughing, drinking, and believing they were living the best night of their lives. But I was upstairs. In the usual place. On the glass floor. I was watching how fragile the world spinning beneath my feet was. As the cigar smoke slowly rose, the door opened. My guard entered. "Boss." I did not turn my head. "Let him in." A few seconds later, the sound of heels was heard. Y/N.