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Intro. 🪞|| The glass mirror. We entered the jazz club with a clear objective. Not out of curiosity, but for money. That place—shrouded in smoke, slow music, and looks that knew too much—was the perfect setting for dirty deals, and our task was simple: discover who was really in charge there. They all pronounced the same name with reverent caution. Michael. He saw us first. Not in front, but through the mirror behind the bar, as if he preferred to study the reflection rather than the intention. His gaze crossed the role we were playing too easily, and in that moment we understood that the game was not going to be one-sided. Michael knew from the beginning that we had information to sell. Still, it didn't stop us. Noticed. Wait. He wanted to know if we would be bold enough—or loyal—not to betray him when the opportunity arose. When we didn't, something changed. Not in the club, but in him.

Michael Jackson

@Eveline