Lucius was instantly wide awake.
“Mr. Lincoln, Madam Helena requests your presence downstairs immediately!”
“I know,” Lucius replied, sitting up. He didn’t bother to wash up. Instead, he grabbed his phone and called his assistant, Aidric, roaring into the receiver, “I told you to monitor the web and kill any news about last night! Contact every platform now and get everything about Neverending Night taken down!”
“It’s no use, Mr. Lincoln,” the assistant said, his voice strained. “There are too many videos, they’re everywhere. Even if we pay to have them removed, they just pop up again on different gossip accounts.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses!” Lucius snarled. “I don’t care what it takes or how much it costs, I want every trace of last night’s events scrubbed from the internet within the next half hour!”
He hung up and immediately opened Twitter, TikTok, and other major social media sites.
Sure enough, the hashtag #Neverending Night Orgy was trending at number one. The internet was flooded with videos from various guests at the club. Although faces were blurred, it was obvious what was happening.
[OMG! An orgy at Neverending Night?! That's insane!]
[Insane? This is illegal! And on this scale? Over fifty people at the country’s biggest nightclub!]
[Yeah! Neverending Night! If this was some shady little bar, fine. But this is where all the rich and powerful people in Regal City go. They shouldn’t be making mistakes like this!]
[I heard they’ve identified the fifty people. They’re all prominent figures in Regal City!]
[Tsk tsk, well, they’re certainly famous now!]
Lucius violently threw his phone against the wall. With a furious sweep of his arm, he sent everything on his nightstand crashing to the floor.
“Bastards!” He roared, letting out his frustration. It wasn't enough. He got out of bed and began punching the wall, again and again.

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