I groaned and turned on my side, leaning over my snoring boyfriend to pick my phone up.
"Hello?" I mumbled, rubbing my eye.
"Lola! I know it's late and you aren't scheduled for today but would you be able to come, waitress, tonight? The club is insanely packed, and we're short-staffed" my manager Amanda desperately shouted into the speaker.
I closed my eyes in frustration. The clock on my nightstand read midnight and I really had no intention to leave my bed. But then I looked at the shopping bags full of stuff in the corner of the room I had spent a small fortune on and realized I could probably use the cash.
I worked a few nights a week at this really exclusive nightclub in downtown Amsterdam during summers that were always packed with insanely rich, good looking people and opportu
