POV: Naomi
By the time I stepped out of the bar, the sky was just beginning to get bright.
It wasn’t fully morning yet—but night was slowly losing its grip.
I wrapped my jacket tighter around myself as I walked down the quiet street, my boots hitting the ground with slow, tired steps.
Every part of my body ached.
My legs.
My waist.
My back.
Even my shoulders felt like I had been carrying bricks all night long.
I had been on my feet all night, moving from one end of the bar to the other, smiling when I didn’t feel like it, serving people who didn’t care.
And on top of that—
The broker had f****d up big time this time.
I scoffed under my breath.
“That man is going to be the death of me one day…”
That envelope.
That stupid envelope he had brought with him.
I should have hit th
