Tristan Ashcroft leaned back in his office chair, his fingers swiping rapidly across his phone screen before dialing Ethan Roscente's number.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Mr. Roscente, Ms. Roland is perfectly fine."

He swallowed hard. Compared to the bullying Lucien Valois, the self-made Ethan Roscente intimidated him far more.

"How many?" Ethan's voice was ice-cold.

"Five, including Lucien Valois."

"Fire Jenna Roland."

Tristan's grip on the phone stiffened. He had fought tooth and nail to keep her employed in the first place.

"...Understood."

The call ended with a sharp click.

Tristan tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling as he exhaled a long, heavy breath.

Just who the hell was Jenna Roland?

To have Ethan personally intervene, and yet still provoke Lucien's relentless pursuit.

He rubbed his temples. "What a troublemaker."

......

Inside VIP Room 888, Jenna poured Lucien another glass of wine.

"Enjoy your drink, Mr. Valois. I'll excuse myself now."

Lucien's slender fingers traced the rim of his glass. "Leaving so soon?"

"Other guests are waiting."

"How much do you make in a night?" he asked abruptly.

"Depends. Anywhere from a few thousand to over ten thousand."

Lucien smirked. "Twenty grand. Stay with me tonight."

Jenna's lashes fluttered. The offer was absurdly high.

"I only promote beverages, not companionship. If you'd like an escort, I can arrange one for you."

His smile faded. "Are you refusing me, Ms. Roland?"

A thin layer of sweat formed on Jenna's back. She knew the real test had begun.