Chapter 7: LoyaltyLew
“I need a better job.” The door banged against the kitchen wall as Mira stormed in and threw her bag on the table. She tossed back a glass of water before even taking her coat off and turned to refill her glass a second time. “That bastard has finally crossed the line.”
Lew stood up and took down another wine glass from the cupboard behind him. “What now?” he asked, pouring her the rest of the bottle.
“He felt me up. On the stage. In front of the punters.” She took a large slug of the merlot. “He’s only still got his balls because I don’t get paid until tomorrow. The slimy fucker. That was my line in the sand.” She collapsed on to the chair opposite Lew’s at the small table. “Ugh.” She shuddered. “I can still feel his hand on my arse. f**k him so much.” She pushed
