Chapter 59

NOAH After finishing my evening rounds at the hospital, I headed straight to The Velvet Hideaway, the newly opened bar owned by my friend, Keith. I pushed open the vintage brass door, the rich scent of aged leather and oak greeting me as I stepped inside. The dimly lit space, with its plush velvet seating, antique chandeliers, and warm wood finishes, exuded an air of mystery and sophistication. Soft jazz played in the background, its smooth melodies blending with the low murmur of conversation. Keith had designed this place as a sanctuary for those seeking more than an ordinary night out. The Velvet Hideaway was meant to be an exclusive retreat, offering intimacy and privacy for those wanting to escape the noise and chaos of the outside world. I walked toward one of the private rooms where my friends were waiting. As I stepped into the room, I found my friends laughing and enjoying their card game. Keith, Daniel, and Alexander—my childhood friends—were all gathered around the table. Wh