Chapter 3

The next morning, I was kicked awake by Logan.

I had spent the night curled up on the living room sofa, with only a thin coat covering me.

"Look at the time! Get up and make breakfast!"

Logan threw an apron directly onto my face. "Chloe wants freshly ground soy milk and French toast. Make sure you cut the crusts off."

I pulled the apron off my face and threw it onto the floor.

"No."

Logan blinked, stunned for a second, before exploding into a rage.

"Are you losing your mind, Scarlett? Do you want me to hit you again?"

He raised his hand, ready to strike.

Chloe, wearing a silk robe, strolled out of the bedroom sleepily.

"Logan, don't be mad. She’s probably just exhausted from last night."

She sat down at the dining table and pointed to a flyer on the table.

"Oh, by the way, Logan. My birthday is next week. I want to throw a party at 'The Sovereign'."

*The Sovereign* was the ultra-exclusive VIP lounge and club where I worked.

Logan immediately beamed. "Of course! We’ll host it there! Only the best for you!"

Chloe glanced at me, a mocking smirk playing on her lips.

"But I heard their biggest room, 'The Royal Suite', is almost impossible to book. The minimum spend alone is fifteen thousand dollars."

Logan patted his chest proudly. "Don't worry about it! Doesn't Scarlett work there? She's a floor manager. She definitely has an insider discount."

He turned to me, his voice commanding. "Scarlett, reserve the Royal Suite for next Saturday. We want the top-shelf liquor and imported fruit platters. Make sure it's all on the house."

I looked at him coldly.

"The Royal Suite is not open to the public. It is strictly reserved for billionaire VIP members. And there is no such thing as 'on the house'."

Logan waved his hand dismissively.

"Cut the crap! You’ve been working there for eight years, and you don’t even have that much pull? Just sleep with the boss—oh, I mean, just ask the boss. Tell him it's for me."

"Besides, aren't all your female coworkers basically selling themselves anyway? Get them all to come to Chloe’s party and serve us. It’ll make the party look good."

Chloe giggled loudly.

"Exactly, Scarlett. Your little friends are great at pleasing people, aren't they? Let them come and learn how to serve high society. It’ll be a good learning experience for them."

My fists clenched so hard my nails dug into my palms.

"The Sovereign is a prestigious establishment. My colleagues are professional staff."

"Professional?"

Logan burst into laughter.

"What kind of professional works in a place like that? Scarlett, don't play the saint when you're just a glorified bottle girl."

He pulled two hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and threw them at my face.

The bills fluttered down to the floor.

"Take it. Consider it your tip. Get this done perfectly, and don't embarrass Chloe."

Chloe picked up the cash and stuffed it down my shirt collar.

"Now that you've taken the money, you have to do the job, Scarlett. Oh, and make sure you dress nicely that day. Don't wear your cheap work uniform. You look like a janitor."

I took a deep breath, pulled the two hundred dollars out of my collar, and looked at them.

"Keep this money. You’ll need it to buy your coffins."

With that, I grabbed my bag and slammed the door behind me.