Page 19 of Ruthless Secrets
“Uh huh. I’m sure he’ll be totally reasonable.”
I barely sleep a wink,and this time, I can’t blame it on Zoe. She’s a dream baby and has been sleeping through the night from four months old.
No, the bags under my eyes are entirely due to my racing thoughts.
Am I really going to quit my very stable job in favor of apaycheck that will be given to me by one of the sketchiest families in New York?
I look down at my daughter’s sleeping face, and a heavy weight settles in my stomach.
I was stupid to accept this job when I hadn’t even discussed a schedule. I might have Sam to fall back on if I need childcare but ultimately, she has her own life. She doesn’t want to spend every minute of her free time wiping up drool and changing diapers. If she did, she would have chosen to not use birth control herself.
I decide to continue with my plan and stop by Nox after dropping Zoe at daycare. I just have to stick to my guns.
If they’re not willing to let me work my notice period at my current job, then I’m going to have to decline the offer. The money might be good, but I can’t ignore all of my morals because of it.
Nox is situated in Soho which is a bit of a track from my apartment, a con I add to my mental list which I’ve been working on all night long. Then again, if I took the job, I could always look for an apartment closer to the club which is a definite pro…
“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” I mutter to myself.
It’s nine a.m. by the time I get to Nox.
The place isn’t even open yet, so I knock on the door and hope that someone is inside to let me in. I’m due at the restaurant in an hour, and I really don’t want to be late. We have a busy lunch service ahead of us, and I want to make sure everything is prepped before we open.
Eventually, there is a sound of a lock turning and the door opens to reveal a giant of a man dressed head to toe in black with tattoos covering every inch of exposed skin. From the looks of him, he must be part of the security team.
“We’re closed.”
“I-I’m Clara… Clara Peterson.”
“Who?”
“I-I was offered a job here and w-was wondering if I could talk to whoever is in charge?”
He narrows his eyes at me, and my entire body breaks out into a cold sweat.
I should just make a run for it now while I still have a chance.
“Come in.”
Too late.
I step inside and follow the giant of a man across the main floor toward the bar area.
Most clubs look depressing in the daylight, but Nox doesn’t. It’s clean and sleek with emerald accents and black furniture.
You can tell a lot about a club from the small details, and it seems that this Marco guy has spared no expense when it comes to furnishing the place. Plus, my shoes don’t stick to the floor, which I take as a very good sign.
“Wait here.”
I place my purse on the bar and look at all the liquor bottles lined up on shelves.
Even the liquor is high end.
At the sound of approaching footsteps, my heartbeat quickens.
This is it. If I have any chance of giving my daughter a better life, I can’t screw this up.
“Clara?”
