The club looked different at night. Louder. Brighter. Sharper around the edges. The neon sign buzzed overhead as I walked toward the back entrance, clutching my bag like it was armor. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to breathe. I needed this job. I needed the tips. I needed to keep the lights on and the medicine cabinet full.The manager, Rick, met me just inside the door. He was tall, balding, and had the kind of smile that tried too hard.“Sara, right?” he asked, offering a hand.I shook it. “Yes, sir.”“None of that ‘sir’ stuff,” he said with a laugh. “We’re all family here.”I smiled politely, even though something about him made my skin crawl. Too friendly. Too eager. Too… something. But I didn’t have the luxury of being picky.He led me through the back hallway, past the dressing rooms and the security office, until we reached the bar.“This is your station,” he said. “You’ll be with Marco tonight. He’ll show you the ropes.”Marco turned around at the sound of his name,
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