Jenna Roland walked into the private room in her stilettos, a practiced sweet smile on her face. "Good evening, gentlemen. What would you like to drink tonight?"
Mr. Li crossed his legs lazily. "Start us off with a dozen Budweisers."
Jenna blinked, her lips curving into the perfect polite arc. "You gentlemen clearly have refined tastes. Budweiser seems too ordinary for men of your stature."
Her honeyed words made the middle-aged men beam with pleasure.
Mr. Chen stroked his chin. "The Budweiser last time was rather bland. What do you recommend, sweetheart?"
"Of course, sir." Jenna smoothly listed a selection of premium liquors, her voice crisp and melodious.
Mr. Chen waved a hand. "Three bottles of Rémy Martin XO, then."
Jenna gave a slight bow. "Right away, gentlemen."
As she turned, her smile deepened. Three bottles of XO meant a guaranteed commission tonight.
Back at the bar, she efficiently placed the order and retrieved the bottles. When she returned to the private room, her smile had grown even warmer.
"A toast to your prosperity and boundless success." She raised her glass, eyes glinting playfully.
The men were utterly charmed, downing their drinks eagerly.
"What's your name, girl?" Mr. Chen asked, squinting at her.
"Jenna Roland." She kept her gaze lowered as she poured, her lashes casting delicate shadows under the lights.
"Why work at a place like this?" Mr. Ray interjected.
Jenna sighed softly. "Not all of us have your talents, gentlemen. I make do with what I have."
"Such a silver tongue," Mr. Ray laughed heartily. "Ever thought about changing jobs?"
She shook her head, red lips curving. "Let me focus on keeping your glasses full for now."
After several rounds, she excused herself gracefully. The moment she stepped out, a familiar voice called from behind.
"Jenna?"
Her entire body stiffened. She quickened her pace without looking back.
"Why are you running?" The voice pursued her relentlessly. "It's Sean!"
Her heartbeat spiked. The sharp click of her heels against the marble floor grew frantic.