Inside the VIP restroom, Syrene was washing her hands at the marble sink when the door swung open. Two heavily glammed women walked in, glaring at her reflection in the mirror. Syrene kept her expression neutral, drying her hands with a paper towel.
"So you're the one hanging off Roman's arm tonight?" the taller brunette sneered, stepping closer. "You're just a contracted w***e he's passing the time with. Don't get too comfortable."
Syrene offered a polite, unbothered smile. "Thanks for the input." She tried to step past them toward the exit, but the second woman blocked the doorway.
"Did you hear her, b***h? You're temporary," the second girl snapped. "He uses women like you and throws them away."
"Thanks for your opinion," Syrene said calmly. "Now get out of my way."
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