Moments later, Dayna was led into the back office. Siri sat behind a desk carved from dark oak, her silhouette framed by the glowing city skyline. She didn't look surprised.
The bartender’s hand stopped. He looked at the coin, then at the steel in Dayna's eyes. Without a word, he signaled to a heavy-set man by the velvet curtains. dayna vendetta siri
The neon sign above the "Siri’s Lounge" flickered in a rhythmic, dying pulse, casting long shadows across the rain-slicked pavement. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and cheap secrets. Moments later, Dayna was led into the back office