Chapter 69

I’m watching the floor half-heartedly, picking my nails and sighing with boredom. There is a weird, eerie quietness to the club tonight, and it hasn’t escaped my attention that several members failed to show up for their pre-booked night of fun. There is an aura of seriousness in the air, and it’s affecting everyone in here. I’ve even caught Jackson pacing the room and looking around in confusion about why the atmosphere is so sad.

It’s given me an anxious knot in my gut all night which has only grown more significant by the hour and has me fidgeting uncontrollably. I hate the atmosphere here and that no one seems to be in the merry frame of mind like on a typical night.

It’s not like we have changed anything that would have this negative effect. An entire strip floor show is happening, tenders serving booze, and the girls are working extra hard to get the men going. The men, however, are huddled in little serious groups with a lot of secretive chatter. Something is amis