“The richest man in New York. Our girl danced into the club and out with a goddamn villain husband.”
Kim fanned her face. “God, he’s terrifying. I mean, hot—but terrifying.”
“Very terrifying,” Tessa said. “He looked like he wanted to murder half the club that night.”
“He probably did.” I laughed, but it came out more tired than amused.
There was a pause. Just a beat of tension, a sliver of something unsaid between us.
Then Kim leaned against her cart and said, “So… we all got fired. Thought you should know.”
I stiffened. “What?”
“Yeah,” Tessa added, her tone dry. “After that night, the club suddenly shut down. The manager said Christian Reed made a call. Next thing we know, the whole floor staff got dropped.”
I stared at them. Mouth dry.
Billie added, “And it wasn’t just us. Rem
