Billionaire Rock Star

uid that catches the light in a special way, the clink of ice against glass a subtle soundtrack to smirks and sidelong glances. The room is filled with comfortable ta

e's the man who's given me this opportunity as a favor to the film's director. Simon is the lead investor and developer of the Sapphire Club, and has expanded the gentlemen's club nationally. He has his hands in many different types of investments, including film and music, commercial real estate, and I've heard, even oil. He's quite the icon, and he seems to know everyone. Simon suddenly emerges from the shadows, as if he's materialized from the very essence of the club-impeccable suit, piercing eyes, and a presence that demands you kno

"We'll make sure this is a mutually beneficial situation. You have one month, Miss Alexander. Our guests expect the best. Treat them like kings, titans. Max will give you pointers," he says, gesturing to a strong-looking bartender. "Learn quickly, Brandy." "I will." My words are an oath. I've never been afraid of hard work; it's as much a part of me as the dreams that brought me here. I worked hard on the ranch in Wyoming where I grew up. I worked hard in acting classes. And I worked hard on my first small television show in Los Angeles that led to this opportunity. Never mind that I worked from

ns the room, oversees everything." "Max, meet Brandy Alexander." Simon Sinclair nods to Max, a silent transaction of trust. "Max is the best of us," he tells me, "and I sense that praise from Sinclair doesn't come easily. "He'll show you the ropes, make sure you're ready for your role. The other staff and girls will think you're a new hire-they don't know you're here to learn for your movie." We keep our secrets, don't we, Max?" "Yes, we do," he says in a deep, solid voice. Then he looks at me and says, "Stay with me, girl, and you'll be fine." The fake whisper makes me smile. Max has

y that is effective, pouring drinks with precision while never missing a beat in our conversation or what is happening in the room. I learn that Max is more than a bartender-he is the thread woven into the social tapestry of the club, the one who knows all and tells very little, a keeper of the moods and needs of the Sapphire Club's elite clientele. His watchful eyes miss nothin

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