After Tristan Ashcroft left, Jenna Roland collapsed onto the couch, her body finally relaxing.

The $6,000 commission made her heart race.

The money had come too fast. At this rate, she'd soon have enough for Milo's surgery.

Too bad she couldn't tell her brother she worked at a club.

News traveled fast.

Within an hour, word of Jenna selling $26,000 worth of wine spread through Studio 54.

Her commission broke the club's record.

Envious glances mixed with jealousy.

A newcomer earning so much in just three days? Who wouldn't be bitter?

At closing time, coworkers clamored for her to treat them.

Jenna hesitated.

She'd risked everything for that money.

But to keep the peace, she reluctantly agreed to take them to a street food stall.

At 2 a.m., thirty people descended on the food street.

They picked a popular spot and took up four tables.

Four crates of beer and a feast of dishes were ordered.

Stella Laurent sidled up. "With this crowd, you're bleeding cash tonight."

Jenna kept her expression blank. "It's fine."

She couldn't back out now.

Or they'd call her stingy, making future work harder.

Sophia Merouin sat beside Tristan, eyeing Jenna meaningfully. "Never thought you'd charm Tony."

Chloe Blanchet cut in. "And he called her 'little sister.' How bizarre."

Patrick Klein feigned concern. "I was worried you couldn't handle it."

Jenna forced a smile. "Thanks for your concern."

"That's how this industry works. Gain more experience," Patrick said.

When the food arrived, toasts began.

Jenna held her liquor well, accepting every drink.

Tristan intervened. "Let her eat something."

With the boss speaking up, no one dared push further.

As Jenna picked up her chopsticks, her phone lit up.

Tony Lombardi's message appeared: Off work? We're having late-night snacks. Join us?