ALLISON.
“You sound cheesy. I don’t need cheesy; I need a girl who can dance and entertain the guests. What makes you think you can handle that?” Ramona leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk, as if she were measuring my worth in beats.
“I can dance! I’ve performed before. It’s not just about the moves; it’s about the connection you make with the audience. I know how to read a room and give them what they want.” That’s bullshit. I have never done an exotic dance in my whole life! But here we are…
She raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. “Really? Show me. Convince me you’re not just another wannabe with a few flashy moves.”
My heart raced. “Here? Now?” You’ve got to be kidding me!
“Why not? This is a lingerie store, after all. I’m sure you’ve see
