Jenna Roland adjusted her bag and waved at Ethan Roscente. "I'm heading to work."

Ethan leaned against the doorframe, his dark gaze lingering on her in silence.

The streets were already bustling at 7:30 AM. Jenna mounted her e-bike, the wind whipping past her ears. The neon lights of Studio 54 glimmered in the distance. She checked the time and twisted the throttle to full speed.

"Jenna!" Chloe Blanchet grabbed her arm the moment she stepped inside. "Tony's been waiting for you for half an hour. He refused anyone else."

Jenna paused mid-step. "Didn't he just come last week?"

"Who knows?" Chloe lowered her voice. "He brought a gorgeous woman this time. She kept calling him 'hubby.'"

The dressing room lights were harsh. Jenna quickly changed into her work uniform, swiping on a bold shade of lipstick. The girl-next-door in the mirror transformed into a nightclub rose in an instant.

Manager Patrick Klein knocked urgently. "Tony's in VIP Room 888."

Pushing open the door, Jenna squinted through the haze of cigarette smoke. Five people lounged inside. She immediately recognized Tony Lombardi and Wendy Lombardi curled against him, while two unfamiliar girls poured drinks with practiced smiles.

"Sis, Tony." Jenna settled beside Wendy, her fingers brushing the slight swell of Wendy's abdomen. "Sorry I'm late. Had guests at home."

Wendy frowned. "You're usually here by six."

"Shift change." Jenna peeled an orange for her with a smile. "I'm quitting in two weeks."

The orange segments trembled in Wendy's palm. "Why?"

"My brother's surgery." Jenna smoothed her skirt as she stood. "Same drinks as usual?"

Tony flicked ash from his cigarette. "Get your sis a coconut water."

The hallway carpet muffled her footsteps. Only after the door closed did Wendy speak. "Lao Wu, arrange something for her after she quits." She cradled her belly. "She can't come back to this place."

Tony exhaled a smoke ring. "Her choice."

From the shadows, Felix Rubinstein cracked his knuckles. "Don't worry, sis." His voice was steel. "I'll break the arms of anyone who touches her."

Wendy laughed, playfully punching his arm. Her crystal nails gleamed cold under the lights.