Now she sat in the main VIP room again, ignoring the sway of hips and the glitter of skin around her as other dancers tried half-heartedly to catch her interest.
"Sweetheart, you sure you don't want another set?" one asked, leaning on the back of her couch. "You look like you got more stress in you than one boy can fix."
"I am fine," Evalyne said curtly. "I am waiting for someone."
"Must be some someone," the man muttered, but he drifted away.
Time stretched. The hostess came by twice to refresh her water. Once to ask if she wanted food. Evalyne declined both.
Her security texts pinged periodically.
KELLER: At back exit. No activity yet.
KELLER: Two in the lot. Looks clean, but this place has blind spots.
KELLER: Any trouble inside?
Not yet, she replied.
Not yet did a lot of work
