Stella leaned close to Jenna's ear, whispering with a playful grin, "How many times is this now? Mr. Valentine and his friends always request you. Your commission tonight must be huge again. Aren't you going to treat me after making so much?"
Jenna settled back onto the couch, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest. "What do you want?"
"Anything's fine." Stella batted her lashes. "But something fancy would be even better."
"This weekend." Jenna's lips curved slightly. "I'll take you to that new French place."
Stella's eyes widened. "Seriously? The Michelin-starred one?"
Jenna nodded. "Consider it thanks for getting me this job. My brother just finished his exams, so I'll bring him too."
"Deal!" Stella clapped excitedly. "I'm holding you to that."
Patrick hurried over. "Jenna, VIP Room 888 is asking for you."
Jenna stood, deliberately raising her voice. "But Sophia's clients arrived first. They haven't been assigned yet."
Patrick frowned, glancing at Sophia nearby. "Mr. Valentine specifically requested you. Order doesn't matter here. Go now."
"Understood."
As Jenna turned toward the elevator, Sophia's shrill voice cut through the lounge. "Patrick, why does Jenna always get these clients? Are you playing favorites?"
The entire break room fell silent, all eyes turning toward them.
Patrick's face darkened. "Sophia! This is the client's explicit request. Take it up with Mr. Valentine if you have complaints!"
Sophia gaped, then muttered resentfully, "You could at least recommend the rest of us. Jenna's already making enough."
Patrick nearly laughed at the absurdity. "Clients choose who serves them. That's the rule."
He walked away, leaving Sophia fuming.
Stella rolled her eyes, whispering, "Some people just can't stand others succeeding."
......
Jenna entered VIP Room 888 with a tray of drinks, expertly uncorking a bottle.
The attendant quickly exited after delivering desserts.
Tonight, only Gavin and Ethan occupied the unusually quiet room.
Just as Jenna began pouring, Gavin's phone rang abruptly.