The man behind her, apparently unsatisfied with her wandering attention, roughly pulled her back into the utility closet.
A long while later, the man, finally satisfied, zipped up his pants and leisurely lit a cigarette.
After straightening her own clothes, Lillian Laurent reminded him to send the money.
As if his mood had been soured, the man kicked her, his face a mask of annoyance. "Damn it, did I say I wasn't going to pay you?"
"Then pay up!"
Muttering under his breath, the man sent the payment and turned to leave.
Lillian grabbed his arm. "We agreed on three hundred! You only sent two hundred!"
"That's because you're only worth two hundred, bitch!" he snarled, violently shaking her hand off.
The force sent Lillian stumbling back against the wall, the impact making her head spin.
Even so, the man showed no mercy. "I'd take what you can get if I were you. Otherwise, I'll go tell the manager of The Half-Light Club you're turning tricks in the back. Let's see who gets fired then!"
Faced with his threat, Lillian had no choice but to let go.
She could only watch helplessly as he swaggered off, unable to do a thing.
After he was gone, she muttered a few curses under her breath just as her phone started to ring.
Her expression darkened when she saw it was Jay. She didn't want to answer, but she knew she had to.
"What?"
"Where's the money?" Jay demanded.
"Are you a fucking vulture? He just sent it, and you're already swooping in for your cut!" Lillian seethed.
But there was nothing she could do about Jay. Reluctantly, she sent him a hundred.
Jay immediately shot back, asking why it was only a hundred.
Lillian explained that the guy had only given her two hundred, and she hadn't dared to push it for fear he'd make a scene and report her to the club manager.
Her explanation only earned her a tirade from Jay. "You're useless! Can't even do your one job right!"
Noreen could tell something was off with Claire's mood tonight, though she couldn't guess what had set her off. With Jennifer present, however, she couldn't very well ask.
Jennifer was a straightforward person herself, so seeing Claire's generosity, she didn't stand on ceremony. She waved the manager over. "Bring us some of your house specialties."
The manager's eyes lit up. "Right away," he said, bowing slightly.
Once the staff had departed, Claire asked Jennifer curiously, "What are these 'specialties'?"
Jennifer just grinned. "You'll see."
Noreen couldn't help but press her fingers to her temple. Tonight… how was she going to get them out of this?
Meanwhile…
The manager relayed what was happening in the VIP suite to Jude.
Jude was so excited he shot to his feet, his voice climbing an octave. "They want male escorts?"
Only after the words were out did he notice the temperature in the room drop as Seth's expression grew several degrees colder.

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