The Pitch Deck That Changed Everything
The speakeasy door slammed behind Clara with a finality that made even the jazz band stop playing for a heartbeat. Three of Victoria's girls were at the bar, laughing too loudly, scanning the room with the predatory gleam of hounds on a scent. Clara pressed herself against the shadows of the coat check, heart hammering against her ribs. Her clutch was the only thing she had left from Radio City...
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