Jenna Roland strode into Studio 54 in her stilettos, the click of her heels echoing through the lobby.
Stella Laurent pulled her aside the moment the staff meeting ended, her voice hushed with urgency.
"Did you really have a falling out with Sophia last night?" Stella whispered.
Jenna arched a brow and settled onto the leather sofa. "News travels fast."
"Chloe told me first thing this morning." Stella sat beside her, wringing her hands. "Sophia's ruthless. Why provoke her?"
Jenna leaned back, a cold smile playing on her red lips. "With people like her, you fight fire with fire. The more you yield, the bolder they become."
Stella's fingers twisted nervously. "Remember when she smashed that bottle over someone's head? What if she sends people after you—"
"Relax." Jenna patted her shoulder. "I know what I'm doing."
Stella exhaled sharply. "I should've made you take taekwondo classes..."
Jenna burst into laughter, her almond eyes crinkling like crescent moons, radiant as blooming jasmine.
"Enough about me." She deftly changed the subject. "Did you sort things out with your boyfriend?"
Stella bristled instantly. "Cost me over ten grand! That good-for-nothing!"
Jenna whistled. "That much?"
"Compensation, dinners, greasing palms..." Stella gritted her teeth. "I warned him—next time, we're through."
Jenna shook her head inwardly. Stella could do so much better. Why cling to such deadweight?
The club doors swung open.
Jenna's gaze sharpened as she rose to her feet. Stella followed suit.
"Mr. Roscente. Mr. Valentine." Jenna gave a slight nod.
Gavin Valentine approached with an easy smile. "Just drinks tonight. No business talk."
Patrick Klein scurried over, ushering them toward the VIP lounge with obsequious smiles. His eyes darted nervously toward Ethan Roscente—the younger Roscente heir's aura alone was enough to make anyone's blood run cold.
Jenna stayed put.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Sophia Merouin watching her from across the room, eyes glinting with malice.
Tonight wouldn't end peacefully.