The night was deep. Jenna Roland rubbed her sore lower back and glanced at her phone—1:15 AM.

She quickly calculated tonight's commission. The number made her heart race: $8,300.

For a first night on the job, this was unbelievable. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"Hi, I'm Chloe Blanchet." A woman in a black uniform sat beside her and extended a hand.

Jenna shook it. "Jenna Roland."

Chloe's eyes held admiration. "Breaking records on your first night. Impressive."

"Just lucky with good clients," Jenna said modestly.

"Don't sell yourself short," Chloe shook her head. "You earned this."

Stella Laurent bounded over and threw an arm around Jenna's neck. "They say you made over eight grand tonight?"

Jenna nodded.

"Oh my god!" Stella's eyes sparkled. "Sophia Merouin's best night was only five grand, and she's been here forever!"

Chloe agreed. "That record stood for over a year. You shattered it on day one."

Stella pinched Jenna's cheek playfully. "The universe is handing you gold! Keep this up and you'll buy a house in no time."

Jenna laughed. "You'll get there too."

Patrick Klein approached. "Everyone except Stella's table can clock out now."

"Got it," Chloe said, standing to leave.

Jenna rose as well. "Patrick, I'm heading out."

"Coming back tomorrow?" he asked.

"Absolutely." No way would she walk away from this income.

"Add me on Signal," Patrick pulled out his phone. "And send me your size. I'll have your uniform ready."

After scanning his code, Jenna waved at Stella and headed to the locker room.

Outside Studio 54, Jenna waited by the curb for a cab. Suddenly, a black Maybach pulled up in front of her.

The window lowered, revealing Ethan Roscente's sharply defined profile.

"Get in," his tone brooked no argument.

Jenna obediently slid into the backseat.

"Finished work, Miss Roland?" Gavin Valentine turned from the driver's seat.

She recognized him from the VIP room earlier. "Just clocked out."

Gavin studied her curiously. "Why choose this line of work?"

"Need money," Jenna answered bluntly.

He glanced at Ethan's stony silence before pressing, "There are other ways—"

"Limited education," Jenna cut in. "Regular jobs don't pay enough."

Ethan lit a cigarette. "Where to?"

"Home," Jenna kept her gaze down.

"Take her to Beverly Hills," Ethan instructed Gavin, then exited the car without another word.

As they drove, Gavin probed, "You and Ethan seem... familiar?"

"Friends," Jenna replied too quickly.

Gavin clearly doubted this but didn't push further.

The car soon reached its destination.

"Thanks, Gavin." As Jenna stepped out, Gavin immediately dialed Ethan.

"About the Hudson Yards project—"

"You talked?" Ethan's voice turned icy.

"Of course not!" Gavin backpedaled. "But what's really going on with—"

"None of your business," Ethan interrupted. "Pick me up."

Gavin sighed and turned the car around.