Jenna Roland walked toward Sophia Merouin in her stilettos, her gaze sharp as a blade. "Having hearing problems? Seems you're the one who needs a medical checkup."

A realization struck her.

Compromise only emboldened bullies.

Just like those years at her uncle's house—her silence had invited nothing but harsher abuse and exploitation.

Sophia's face twisted in fury.

She shot up from her seat, eyes blazing. "Say that again, I dare you."

Jenna smirked coldly. "If your ears don't work, that's not my problem."

Sophia had always thrown her weight around at Studio 54, relying on seniority and her connection to Tristan Ashcroft.

No one had ever challenged her to her face.

Her hand flew up, aiming to slap Jenna.

Jenna caught her wrist in a vice-like grip, making Sophia wince in pain.

When Sophia raised her other hand, Jenna seized that too.

Years of farm labor at her uncle's had honed her strength—now it served her well.

"You bitch! Let go!" Sophia shrieked.

Jenna's laugh was icy. "So you can come at me again? Not happening."

She shoved Sophia onto the couch.

"Jenna Roland! You'll regret this!" Sophia trembled with rage.

Jenna looked down at her. "Heard you have a crush on the boss? Push me, and I'll seduce him myself."

Sophia's pupils constricted. "You wouldn't dare!"

Jenna's eyes turned dangerous. "Tony Lombardi's my brother now. Touch me and see what happens."

Sophia paled instantly.

Tony's reputation at the club was untouchable.

Jenna suddenly beamed, sweet as honey. "Did I scare you? My bad."

As she turned to leave, she noticed a crowd of coworkers gathered at the doorway, watching the drama unfold.