Giada twisted her long hair up into a ponytail before wrapping her apron around her waist. She felt her best friend Silver tug her hair as she moved past her, calling over her shoulder she was late.
She was late but considering she was late because she’d been in a meeting with the owner of the club, she knew the club manager would shut his mouth if he knew what was good for him.
“You’re late,” Carter complained as she stepped onto the floor near the bar.
The lights were down, the music was up, and the crowd was hype. She loved this feeling.
“I had a meeting with Mr. Amato.”
“You can’t throw his name out as an excuse,” Carter sniffed at her.
“Do you want me to call him? I can call him.” She started to dig through her apron for her phone, but he held up his hand and backed away from h
