Riley’s pov
By the time I arrived at the club, the sun had already dipped below the horizon, casting the city in a dull, gray light. The streets looked lifeless, and the neon signs flickered lazily in the distance. I made my way through the back entrance, greeting the other girls as I passed by. They all looked as tired as I felt. We lived in a strange world, pretending to be invincible while hiding our scars under layers of makeup and forced smiles.
I couldn’t help but wonder why the manager wanted to speak to me tonight. Usually, I’d just get ready and start my shift. Before, I used to dread going into his office, but now... I was a little grateful. I wasn’t one of his favorites, not by a long shot, and he wasn’t exactly mine either. But at least he considered me. I’d come to appreciat
