Ava’s POV
I stood there for a moment, frozen, staring at the closed door. Their words still echoed in my head, circling like sharp little knives I couldn’t pull out.
We don’t employ strippers in our home.
The words echoed through my spine, tears slid inner my lashes.
Just when I thought I could start afresh and stand on my own. Just when I thought everything would fall into place. Everything had crumbled.
With a low shaky breath, I rang the bell again, my fingers trembling, but I stayed standing tall. When the door opened, the man stepped out alone. His face was still calm.
“Sir, please,” I said, my voice softer than I wanted it to be. “I swear I’m not what you think. I really need this job. I just want a chance.”
He let out a slow sigh, his eyes flicking away from mine for a mome
