CATHERINE SMITH
Before Samuel could respond, I fixed him with a serious look and asked, “Why are you doing this, Samuel?”
“Doing what?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Do you usually promote your employees overnight?” I pressed.
Samuel took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Does it interfere with anything?”
“Yes, because you’re moving me to the VIP area, changing my wardrobe, giving me a haircut. All overnight,” I said with a sigh. “Why are you doing this, Samuel? Once people find out I accepted this card, my name will be all over this nightclub.”
Samuel stood up, visibly irritated, and I followed suit. “Cathy, stop worrying about what people will think.”
“It’s easy for you to say, Samuel, but my life is shifting dramatically in a very short time. I’m sure many girls are waiting for
