I actually survived breakfast. The occasional glances at Ashlynn happened, which I tried not to do. But in the end I lost the internal battle of not being weird and would look at her. She and Jill are close, and they kept laughing today. My mom was complaining about the doctor we have for Vince, apparently the doctor isn't qualified. Mom also believes she's a doctor, so there's that. Alex and dad kept teasing me the whole breakfast, and I've officially reached the peak of me being annoyed. Alex and dad are going to sit at the opposite end of the table in the meeting room. The meeting is about to start and my men are finally settling down. A few of the tech guys are still messing around on their laptops, but everyone else appears to be ready. After a few moments I clear my throat to get everyone's attention. The room goes quiet and everyone looks at me, well my dad is on his phone. What an ass. "Our next step in finding Iris is checking the first location that is a clue. Seoul," I

I strut on the stage, doing a few dance moves along the way to catch the men's attention. The men are all yelling and cheering that the first dance session of the night is beginning. You'd think they were at a Beyoncé concert with their cheers. Most of the men are already throwing cash on the stage, so I have to be careful as I walk. That's a downside of tips, it's hard to dance and walk when there are just bills laying on the floor. Believe me when I say I've fallen because of money on the stage. I've also been nailed in the head with a quarter, so that sums up my career. When I reach the front of the stage I glance over to the middle to see Mr. Cutler leaning back in his seating looking at me. His arm is outstretched, and his finger is on the top of a thin straw that's in his glass. He's absentmindedly twirling the straw as he watches me. I ignore the nervousness and embarrassment that's ready to show on my cheeks, and instead, I send him a wink with a large smile. He smirks, wink

"Mr. Cutler!" I yell when I see him walking down the hall. He has a towel in his hands and his head down. He's wearing a dark hoodie and dark jeans now. "Ashlynn? Is everything alright?" He asks, putting his hands behind his back. "Yeah, I just got back from the mall not to long ago," I tell him and grab the small wallet I purchased earlier. "Here's your card. Thank you again, but I did buy some things with my own money." "Then you may just get a bonus on your check," he smirks, finally getting close enough so I can finally see the features of his face. "You're a mess," I say with a sigh noticing his hair going in every direction, sweat dripping down his face, and blood splatters covering his face. "Let's get it cleaned off." I grab his elbow and drag him to the closest bathroom. I make him sit on the toilet, after putting the top down obviously, and I grab a rag from below the sink. I set it down with warm water and glance over at him. "Sorry," he says and motions to hi

"So that phone call made him all cold and stuff?" Kylie asks, and I nod my head with a sigh. She is currently cleaning the upstairs meeting rooms, and I'm sitting in the chair watching. Every time I try to help she throws something at me. I can already feel a bruise forming on my arm from the soap bottle. "Yeah, I was actually really enjoying it, but after he got cold it wasn't as fun," I tell her. "It's hard to have fun when there really isn't anything being said or done." "Well I think he likes you," Kylie says with a shrug. "You have work tonight at the brothel, correct?" "Yep, and also tomorrow," I answer her. "Well you should find out if he's going today or tomorrow. If he is, you've got to make him jealous," Kylie smirks. "Dance for others guys more, or don't even dance for Mr. Cutler. Can you imagine the look on his face if that happened!" We both laughed at the image we created in our heads. ————————————————————— Let me just say, the face he made is much scari

Ashlynn's POV: "You have to change before dinner!" Kylie grins as she grabs my hand and drags me to my room. "I can't believe you have another date with the boss! That's insane!" "It really is," I giggle. "I mean, I'm quite average." "You mean quite beautiful, amazing, smart, confident-" "Okay no more compliments, I don't know how to take them," I say with flushed cheeks. "But we are just getting ice cream, so nothing fancy." "Skirt is a definite yes," Kylie says as we approach my room. "I'm thinking we could pair it with a crop top maybe?" "I don't think I own a crop top," I admit thinking of all the clothes I bought. "I'm more of a baggy t-shirt girl." "I'll find something," she replies and I grin at her determination. She's really gotten comfortable and I can tell she's gaining confidence. "So," I say in a teasing tone, "how's Elliott?" Her cheeks flush at the mention of her crush's name and she bites her lip. "He and I met by the fountain out front last n