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unlike the low-income ones we usually have. Carter's bar is clean and organized, but it's far from being a hit with tourists or locals. - It is not alright. Let's serve them and that's it

rter deserves to be rewarded. I sing four songs and return to the main function. The trio in suits were getting too drunk and too loose with their jokes, both Leslie and I stopped serving them, Carter was the one who approached their table. It's two o'clock in the morning and I stop again, but to check the bathroom situation, and I was leaving when the idiot in the suit corners me in the hallway: — What time are you leaving, baby? I can take you for a walk… He tries to grab my braid, but I take a step back, which makes him sneer. — There's no need to be skittish, I don't want to hurt you. — He leans in to breathe in near my neck. — I can reward you for a great night. — I appreciate your interest, but no. Thanks. I escape around the side to the safety of the main hall and the man leaves me a generous tip along with a business card with his phone number on it. I ask Leslie to throw the card in the trash, not wanting to get involved with a suit any time soon. CHAPTER 2 — You have to try this craft beer, it's the best I've ever had and it even has hot waitresses. Jackson Sigmund II is my childhood friend and I trust him despite his narcissistic tendencies. He was working in Europe and recently returned, being an entrepreneur, we became partners in some businesses apart from my family's company, which I have been managing since my father was arrested for [1] trying to get rid of my sister-in-law. My older brother, Logan Whitmore, has his own company, and after a while, he wanted nothing to do with our family legacy. My cousin, Wyatt, helped me run the company in the beginning, but since what he did to Emily, I couldn't stand his presence anymore. I'm still haunted by the memory of his message that fateful dawn, boasting about being with my Millie. I didn't believe it, but he sent me a photo of him kissing her. Even so, I continued to doubt and broke into his house, what I saw was a stab in the chest. — I don't know how you can go to that