Chapter 52

I went to bed earlier than I intended to last night, unable to deal with knowing he could turn up with some random slut, and I wanted to be asleep before he did. I downed two sleeping pills to make sure I was oblivious to any sexual moaning or appearance of his playthings and woke up groggy before getting down here as fast as I could. I had no intention of awkward morning greetings either, and even though I am tired and feeling listless, I submerge myself in sorting the club out.

It’s cleaner, and the brewery is restocking the basement as we speak. I have cases of foreign liquor being shipped in, and the kitchen is filled with fresh ingredients to feed the staff. Joanne had stopped that service the second I was out the door, meaning no food was supplied at any point from the girls coming on or leaving twelve hours later.

Food may not seem important to someone who has never worked on her back for long hours, but I have the sense to know differently. It’s a gruelling shift