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spinning with everything that had happened in the past 24 hours. It all felt like a cruel nightm

as screaming at me to get out. The look of cold disdain in his eyes as he handed me the check will haunt me forever. I gave him everything—my love, m

. My sobs echoed through the empty place as darkness fell. How could he do this to me? What had I done so w

owhere to turn. Dmitri cut me off from our shared friends, not wanting me to “tarnish” his reputation. My parents w

ars. “Don’t move, I’m coming to get you,” she said gently but firmly. My mind swirled at how easily I was going to be manipulated. It was all in front of me, b

t and pillow. I must have cried myself to sleep from sheer emotional exhaustion. The next morning, she made me tea and toast, forcing me to eat something d

she asked hesitantly. I shook my head dejectedly, overwhelmed just thinking about the future. She placed a reassuring hand on mine.

a temporary solution. At this point, I was ready to try anything. “Do you have the details?” I inquired halfhe

be great for you,” she encouraged with a smile. I forced one in return, touched by her efforts to lift my

cil skirt and silky blouse. My makeup and hair took much longer than usual to do, mainly because my hands wer

few blocks to an inconspicuous door tucked between two stores. There were no signs advertising the establishment wi

mered, intimidated by his hulking presence. He glanced at a clipboard before nodding once. “You’re expected. Follow me

. Smooth jazz music filtered through discreet speakers, providing a sensual ambience. A long bar stretched along the far w

er steaming pots and pans. A beautiful Latina woman with flowing dark hair caught my eye, striding over purposefully. “You must be

your work ethic and customer service skills. We’re looking for an extra pair of hands to assist our bartenders during b

y luck to stumble upon such an appealing opportunity so quickly. All thoughts of hesitation fled as financial security

you have any questions before we get you set up?” She inquired warmly. I racked my brain but came up empty, still reeling

was crooked yet charming as he showed me the complex mess of liquors, mixers, and equipment behind the counter. Mig

ly thanks to his coaching. Customers were polite and left decent tips, to my delight. The hours passed in a blink as Miguel

ry cleanup. Rosa arrived to check on us, impressed by what she observed over my shoulder. “You picked up bartending fast. I’m looking

empty street, the club patrons long gone. A shiver ran through me as the brisk autumn air hit my skin. Miguel noticed my trembling and ga

to Emercyn’s. All too soon, we arrived at the familiar building, stopping at the threshold. “Thanks again for everything. I

as I stood frozen in shocked delight. Just as quickly, he pulled away with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. “I’d like to take you out for a real date if you’re

kind, a far cry from my past mistakes with men. But was I ready to open my battered heart again so soon? I trudged upstairs, lo