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I reassured them with a smile. “I imagine you’ve seen a lot.”

Again, that flash of doubt at how much they could share.

“Nothing is going to happen to you in here.”

They reacted with surprise.

“Also, anything you tell me will be kept secret. I’m not the establishment. Know what that means?”

They blinked at me as though unsure.

It was time to push them a little. “Do you wanna be here?”

Again, they looked too scared to answer.

Greyson leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, intrigued.

I didn’t make eye contact with him, didn’t want to tip them off that something else was going on.

“If you ever need anything,” I said, “you come and find either one of us, okay?”

They glanced at each other and nodded.

I stood up straight. “You know who we are?”

“No,” said Rachel, her tone uncertain.

I motioned toward Greyson. “We’re purchasing this place.”

Elle bravely held eye contact with me, showing confusion.

“Want to tell me something?” I asked.

She gave a wary nod. “How do we know we can trust you?”

“That’s a good question,” I said. “Watch what we do, how we conduct ourselves. I know it will take time.”

The door opened.

A female walked in wearing a full latex outfit, her hood adorned with cat ears, hiding her identity.

“This is a private session,” I told her.

She ignored me and continued toward the other side of the room where she opened a wall panel. She pressed a button and Harry Styles’ “Watermelon Sugar” began playing through speakers.

They’d sent in a spy.

She peeled off her latex outfit, keeping the hood in place. With agility, she took to the pole and expertly performed with seductive spins, climbing and descending it, wrapping herself around the pole like she was part of it.

I turned my back on her and peered down at Elle and Rachel. “Give me a name?”

“For what?” whispered Elle.

“The person who brought you to this club.”

The two subs remained mute. With that dancer in here, we weren’t getting any more information tonight. Even if we were whispering.

“Who is that?” I pointed to the woman on the pole.