Chapter 4

Carolina's POV:

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

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

"Joy, you have to wear something revealing. So hurry up," Lucy said, quickly throwing the red dress at me to change out of my old clothes.

"Hey, are you going to make payment for this red dress? I do not have the money to pay for it, and I am also owing you," I told Lucy, once I caught the dress and held it carefully so that it didn't get torn.

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

"Lucy, I haven't even earned money yet, and I don't know how much I will be paid monthly, and you are acquiring debt," I told her, wanting to reject the red dress, and she asked me, "Do you want to use the exit door? It's either you put this red dress on or you leave this club. Mr. Karen Walker isn't as merciful as you think. He prioritizes looking good to make customers happy and feel at home. So hurry up," Lucy said, and I gulped back all I had to say.

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 boobs to the náked eye.

"Oh no! Why will I have to wear this?" I was uncomfortable, but recalling my mother's words that I shouldn't come back home again, I knew that I did not have any other choice left than to do what Lucy suggested.

Taking one final look at my alluring self, I walked out of the fitting room, holding my handbag, which I had stuffed my old clothes inside. My phone was there too.

"No, you look splendid. Let's go," Lucy said, as she dragged me away and 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 in shock, and he nodded.

"It's fine. Show her how to entertain the men. I will see you both later," Mr. Karen quickly dismissed Lucy and me. And I was 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 for tonight?"

I saw other waitresses working and serving drinks.

The man looked at Lucy first before his eyes shifted to look at me. His eyes widened in shock like Karen's, and I blamed myself for having a huge milk factory on the top of my chest.

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

"Sorry, sir. My friend is new here, and she cannot be at your service for tonight. Just let me know what your orders are?" Lucy asked, 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 do not allow her to serve me, then I am out of here!"

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

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

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

"What? I am not for sale!" I told him, even before Karen could find words to tell the man.

"You bìtch! If you are 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 that finding a job was hard. The city was full of millions of people—even this Blues Clubhouse.

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

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

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

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

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

"Do not follow me, young woman. This is the city, and if you cannot work for the money, then take your leave now."

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

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

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

I stilled and turned to look back at him.