Mafia's Forbidden Obsession

he room – his shirt draped over a chair, his pants lying in a heap near the foot of the bed. He frowned, trying to recall how they had ended up t

as disheveled, a stark contrast to his usual polished appearance. His hair was tousled, and there were dark circle

small measure of clarity returning. He focused on the sensations, the warmth of the water, the scent of the hotel's complimenta

s memory still troubled him. He dressed quickly, slipping into his clothes with practiced efficiency. His m

rumpled, the sheets twisted and turned. There was no sign of anyone else, but he couldn't sha

able and dialed his assistant's number. T

his room number before cutting the call. He needed answers, and Kyle mi

t; this wasn't the first time he had woken up with a hazy memory. But this felt different. Ther

s messages and call logs for any hints. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. No missed calls or tex

ckly to open it, letting Kyle in. His assistant looked concerne

sked, stepping inside and

p hair. "I can't remember a damn thing after the meeting with the c

"Let's sit down and figure this out

at's not the problem right now. Everything that happened after

the previous night. "You met with a potential investor, Michael Ha

. "Right, Michael Harper. We had drinks in t

e around six, had the meeting at seven, and your last recorded activity

ate. "There's something missing, Kyle. I have this feeling t

le you were drugged. It would explai

ly. "I know. But

"We can check the CCTV. Maybe there's footage

cker of hope. "Good idea. Get

em. Kyle leaned forward, his tone urgent but composed. "Good morning. I need to speak wit

rity office for you." She picked up the phone and spoke in hushed tones, glancing up at Rowan and Kyle occasio

ed the notes he had gathered so far. Within a few minutes, a tall man in a dark suit approached them. H

review some footage from last night?" M

ory from last night, and I believe the CCTV f

Follow me to the security office

owless room filled with monitors and recording equipment. Mr. Harris took a seat

we looking at?" he as

night," Rowan replied. "Focus on the bar

o view, bustling with activity. Rowan and Michael Harper appeared on screen, sitting at a cor

d, pointing to the screen.

their movements becoming more relaxed and less controlled. Then, a woman approached their table. She was striking, wi

wan muttered, hi

screen. "I don't recognize he

his head. "N

inks, and the three of them continued to converse. As the night progressed, Rowan's movements became slo

n helped him stand, guiding him towards the elevators. Harper remained

nger tapping the screen. "T

blank. Mr. Harris frowned, typing furiously at the console. The seconds ticked by in te

sked, a note of frustratio

ing. "This is strange. It looks like the footage

in to get a better look at the m

board. "It's not just the hallway footage. It looks like the

w does something like this happen in a h

ve backups, but it will take some time to retrieve and analyze them. This kind of

cess the implications. The missing footage, combined with his memory loss, pointe

consider all possibilities. This w

o find out who and why. But without the fo

. I'll continue to investigate from our end and alert the authoriti

aking the security manager's hand. "Ple