Jenna Roland stepped out of the private room, a cloud of suspicion forming in her mind.

What exactly had Ethan Roscente said to Tristan Ashcroft that night?

How could a mere HM Group supervisor make a club owner obey his every word?

She shook her head, deciding not to dwell on it.

Making money was what really mattered.

In the main hall, Stella Laurent hurried over and slung an arm around her shoulders.

"Made a killing last night, didn't you?"

"Less than the first night, but enough."

Stella winked. "Told you this gig pays well. Just report any handsy clients to the boss."

Jenna nodded.

The click of high heels approached.

Sophia Merouin stopped before them, towering in her stilettos as she looked Jenna up and down.

"New girl's got skills. Broke records on your first day."

"Got lucky."

Sophia smirked. "Better tone it down before you attract the wrong attention."

With that, she strutted away.

Jenna frowned at Stella.

"What's her problem?"

"Jealousy." Stella lowered her voice. "She's sleeping with the boss. Steer clear."

Understanding dawned on Jenna.

No wonder Sophia acted so entitled.

"You smashed her sales record. Of course she hates you." Stella rolled her eyes. "Took her two years to hit five grand. You made eight in one night."

Jenna shrugged indifferently.

She was here for the money, not to make friends.

Let the jealous ones seethe.