Bree's POV
Under the angry stare of Mr Mansour, Jaden and I walked over to my room so that I could pick up my stuff.
Since he was a man, he couldn't go in there with me to help me pack my things so I asked him to wait outside for a few minutes.
“I'd have loved to go in there and help you with those so we'd be faster,” he proposed. “But it's okay. I'll just head over to the private dance room. Once you're done, you could bring your stuff there so we can leave.”
“Perfect. I'd be there in a jiffy,” I assured him. “I don't even have much to pack anyway. Most of my dresses belong to the manager so I'll just grab the few that belong to me and we'll be on our way. I cannot wait to be out of this place.”
I walked into the room and met the eyes of all the ladies who had somehow managed to hear
