Even in casual sportswear, Owen's presence in this glitzy, indulgent bar was impossible to ignore. Out of the corner of my eye, I could already see a handful of women sneaking glances his way and silently competing for his attention.
But seriously, I wondered what he was doing here.
I whipped my head toward Mary, giving her a pointed look, but she just smirked back, clearly enjoying my discomfort. She was ready to make her escape. "Don't look at me—I didn't rat you out. But as an employer, he's bound to know which bar his performers work, right? Anyway, I need to get backstage and fix my makeup."
On her way past Owen, Mary gave him a playful pat on the shoulder. "Be nice to Anveena, handsome."
And with that, she was gone, leaving me and Owen standing there in awkward silence.
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