Chapter Four

Carolina's POV.

Lucy and I arrived at the second floor, and she quickly browsed through a red dress that was too short and revealing.

"What's this? I can't put this on," I told her, quickly rejecting the dress, and she laughed.

"You have to wear something revealing, Joy. So hurry up," Lucy said, quickly throwing the red dress at me so I could change.

"Hey, are you going to pay for this dress? I don't have the money to pay for it, and I already owe you," I said as I caught the dress and held it carefully to avoid tearing it.

"Go and change, Joy. You work here now, and the cost of the dress will be deducted from your monthly paycheck," Lucy said, and I looked at her face with disbelief.

"Lucy, I haven't even earned any money yet, and I don't know how much I'll be paid, and you're already acquiring debt," I told her, wanting to reject the dress, and she asked, "Do you want to use the exit door? It's either you put this dress on or you leave this club. My boss, Karen Walker, isn't as merciful as you think. He prioritizes looking good to make customers happy. So hurry up," Lucy said, and I reluctantly agreed.

"Fine." I went into the fitting room and changed out of my old clothes. As I donned the new red dress, it hugged my figure and revealed my cleavage.

"Oh no! Why do I have to wear this?" I was uncomfortable, but recalling my mother's harsh words that I shouldn't come back home, I knew I had no other choice.

Taking one final look at my alluring self, I walked out of the fitting room, holding my handbag with my old clothes stuffed inside, and my phone.

"No, you look splendid. Let's go," Lucy dragged me away and kept my bag safely. She led me back to the first floor.

I was tense as we walked out of the elevator, and she led me to meet Mr. Karen again.

"Boss, here's my friend," Lucy said, and I saw Mr. Karen look at me in surprise. His eyes widened, and he nodded.

"It's fine. Show her how to entertain the men. I'll see you both later," Mr. Karen quickly dismissed Lucy and me, and I grew nervous about what he meant by "entertain the men."

Lucy led me to the exclusive bar tables, and she asked the man seated there, "Hello, excuse me, sir? What would you like to order tonight?"

I saw other waitresses working and serving drinks.

The man looked at Lucy first, before his eyes shifted to me. His eyes widened in shock, and I blamed myself for having such an ample bust.

"Hi, can I get to know more about you?" the young man said, and I shook my head and looked at Lucy for help.

"Sorry, sir. My friend is new here, and she can't be at your service tonight. Just let me know what your orders are," Lucy said, taking over the job.

The man's eyes narrowed at Lucy, and I didn't expect him to cause a scene. He stood up and said, "If you don't allow her to serve me, then I'm out of here!"

My jaw dropped, and before I knew it, Mr. Karen hurried over and stopped at the man's table.

"Hey, sir. You don't have to get annoyed. What do you want my girls to do for you?" Mr. Karen asked the angry client, whose lips curled into a sinister smile.

"I want her to serve me. I'm willing to have her tonight. 1 million. What do you say?" he asked Mr. Karen, and my jaw dropped.

"What? I'm not for sale!" I said, even before Mr. Karen could respond.

"You bìtch! If you're not for sale, then why are you dressed like one?" the man taunted, and my eyes reddened with unshed tears.

I had graduated with first-class honors, only to find that getting a job was hard. The city was full of millions of people, even in this Blue Club.

"Calm down, sir. She's new, and this is her first time working with us," Mr. Karen said, speaking to the man politely despite his rudeness.

I hadn't expected my first client to be such a rude man. What if he was a mafia? Dread washed over me, and I heard him say, "It's not like she's a virgin. 1.2 million." He raised the price, determined to have me, and Mr. Karen looked at me and asked, "What do you say?"

"What? I refuse!" I snapped, as I couldn't follow this ruthless man. What if he killed me? No way.

"Then I'm out of here!" The man stood up and walked away, and I frowned. Thankfully, Mr. Karen didn't try to call the man back, but he looked at me and said, "You're fired."

"What? You can't fire me, sir. Please, give me a second chance," I begged, following Mr. Karen, and Lucy looked at me pitifully.

"Don't follow me, young woman. This is the city, and if you can't work for the money, then take your leave now."

"No, please. That man was too scary. I'm afraid, and it's not like I wouldn't agree if he was nicer," I said, and Mr. Karen shook his head firmly.

"You're too beautiful for this job. Find another work to do. Leave before I call the security to bounce you out," he ordered, and I lowered my head, knowing that pleading with him was futile.

"I'm sorry, Lucy," I said to my best friend as I turned to walk back to the elevator to retrieve my bag and change out of my clothes.

However, Mr. Karen's stern voice stopped me, "Hey! Where are you going? Get out of here!"

I stopped and turned to look back at him.