~Harlow~
Instead of going to my regular station, I make my way up the stairs to the VIP section to find Bree working behind the bar upstairs. She smiles and waves me over to her, and I quickly rush toward her and what little safety there is behind the bar.
"Thanks for coming in," she says before looking downstairs toward the lower bar.
"That man down there came in twenty minutes before you did," she tells me, nodding toward Jake and glancing down at him nervously.
"He knows your name."
I swallow and nod.
"As Harlow," she whispers. Tal and Bree know my real identity now, yet the fact he figured out where I work and came here frightens me.
"Apparently, he was here last night, asking about you," Bree tells me.
Now that worries me. I don't offer her an explanation. Though it makes me c
