The interior of The Velvet Lounge was dim and filled with low music. Julius walked through the main entrance, wearing a simple pair of glasses and a dark coat to hide his true identity.
He had used a fake ID card at the front door, pretending to be a low-level accountant from a partner company who was just looking for a quiet drink after a long day of meetings.
The lounge was busy, filled with wealthy business people and pack members talking in hushed tones. Julius walked straight toward the main bar area, sitting down on a high stool.
A moment later, Marcus slipped into the room through the side doors, keeping a professional distance. As Harrison's assistant, he knew exactly how to blend in without drawing attention to Julius.
He stood a few yards away near a large pillar, pretending to check his phone while keeping his eyes moving. Daniel and the four elite guards Harrison had sent were scattered around the outer doors, securing the exits.
