Gabrielle whirls around, coming face to face with Hill. He’s wearing a dark suit and shiny leather shoes, and he’s looking at Bryan the way he looks at the lower class man who comes to the club. He reaches behind him and grabs a wooden staff from the props and thwacks Bryan across the shoulder. Bryan winces and lets go of Gabrielle’s wrist.
“That wasn’t necessary, Hill,” Gabrielle says. “He’s my friend.”
Hill glances at Bryan, shrugs and tosses the stick onto the ground. Gabrielle sighs with relief, but the feeling is short-lived. Janetta appears behind Hill with a sour grin on her face.
“Oh, is he your client, Gabrielle?” Janetta asks. She looks Hill up and down and extends her manicured hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Janetta. I hope you’re taking good care of my little sister.”
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