Jenna Roland had just stepped into Studio 54 when the receptionist called out to her.

"Patrick Klein wants you in the conference room immediately."

She frowned and strode toward the meeting room in her high heels.

The weekly morning meetings were always the same. Patrick stood by the projector, repeating the same tired performance targets and reminders.

Jenna sat in the corner, her fingers tapping lightly on the table.

When the meeting ended, she intercepted Patrick before he could leave.

"Stella Laurent is taking the night off. Her boyfriend had an emergency."

Patrick flipped through his files without looking up. "Noted."

Jenna turned and headed to the locker room, changing into the club's standard uniform.

She pushed open the lounge door and walked straight to the sofa in the farthest corner.

She had barely sat down when Sophia Merouin walked in.

Sophia's gaze lingered on Jenna for a few seconds before she took a seat beside her.

The glow of her phone screen illuminated Sophia's face as she suddenly spoke. "Heard you made 140K last night?"

Jenna kept scrolling on her phone without glancing up. "Yeah."

Sophia's nails dug into the sofa, leaving a faint mark.

"Impressive," she said, her voice dripping with envy.

Jenna finally looked up, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Thanks for the compliment."

Sophia's expression darkened instantly.

"Stop acting all high and mighty. All you did was drink with a few old men."

Jenna snapped her phone shut and stood.

"I'm here to work, not argue with you."

As she turned to leave, Sophia's curse followed her. "Bitch!"

Jenna whirled around, her gaze sharp. "Say that again?"

Sophia crossed her legs and smirked. "Did I say anything? Must be your imagination."