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The Guilded Veil (Guest starring: Duke Verlo Canto) DJ turn it up!!

(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer didn't offer a seat.
Didn't offer a drink.
Didn't offer forgiveness.

Instead, she stepped forward until they were nearly chest to chest, her eyes cold fire, her voice razor-edged.

"You've got some kriffing nerve showing up here."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"Don't."
Her hand flexed at her side — not toward a weapon, but as if gripping the ghosts of old wounds.

"You disappeared. You karking bailed when everything fell apart. I was thirteen, Kael. Thirteen. And you ran."
 
Kael's smirk faltered. He looked away — just for a second — then looked back with a rueful glint in his eye.
"I didn't run from you, Sommer. I ran from all of it. From them. From everything."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"Spare me the shabla excuses."
She folded her arms across her chest. "You think you get to stroll in here, drop your cocky little one-liners, and what? I roll out the welcome holo? Offer you a room upstairs?"
 
"I'm not."


He stepped forward now, dropping the performative grin, letting his voice harden just enough to match hers.


"You think I haven't heard the stories? Club owner Sommer Dai, woman of fame, heart of ice, Queen of Clubs. I didn't come to fight. I came because I realized I'm tired of floating out in the void with nothing but regrets and old blaster burns. You're the only thing left that might be real."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"Real?" she snapped, eyes flaring. "Real was watching your name vanish off the comm grids. Real was not seeing you at the funeral. Real was trying to explain to people why the only family I had left ghosted me like some two-credit coward."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"No, you don't know, Kael," she hissed.

"Because while you were out kriffing your way through Twi'leks and gambling your soul away on Nar Shaddaa, I was trying to survive. Every time I looked up at the stars, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, you'd come back. And you didn't."
 
The silence after her words was deafening.

Kael didn't defend himself.

Didn't deflect.

He just… stood there. For once, without a smart or quick retort.

Then he exhaled.

"I was a chakaar," he admitted.

That got her to blink.

"I was scared. Weak. I thought if I just kept moving, I wouldn't have to feel any of it. And now… I'm out of moves."

He took a breath.

"I don't want credits. Or pity. Or a place to crash. I just want to know you. Even if you hate me. I just want to… try."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer looked at him. Studied him.

There was no humor in her expression now. Just a tight, exhausted ache behind the eyes.

"You're late," she finally said, voice quieter. "By about eighteen years."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
she turned and walked to the edge of the balcony, looking down at the club below. Her tone came softer, though still laced with steel.


"You pull any of that sleemo smuggler shavit in my club, Kael, I'll kick your sorry ass ."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
The music below still pulsed, a slow, seductive rhythm that barely reached the office above. Thick duraglass windows muffled the energy from the main floor, and now it was just the two of them — separated from the chaos, yet still carrying it between them.

Sommer leaned against her desk, arms crossed. She'd poured herself a glass of emerald spice wine — not to offer, just to settle.
 
Kael sat across from her in a worn leather chair, legs stretched out, spinning a vibro-coin between his fingers.

He hadn't cracked a joke in ten minutes. That was a record.

"Still blaming me for everything?" he asked finally, his voice quiet but tinged with challenge.
 

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