So this is how it is now. I can’t work on the field I have in the last six years too. I am even dragging Renne down with me. Investors are pulling out from her fashion house too.
“I’ll do it,” Emma said quietly, the words tasting like poison as she turned on her heels and walked back toward the booth.
The men looked up when she returned, grinning like they’d already won. Mr. Hood pulled out a seat beside him and patted it. “That’s more like it, sweetheart.”
Emma sat, forcing a smile she didn’t feel. Her hands trembled as she lifted the glass they offered. She needed the money. She needed to survive. One sip. Just one sip, she told herself.
Laughter echoed around the booth, smoke and cologne thick in the air. The men were loud, their jokes filthier with every round. Emma nodded and smi
