Rain was prepared to clock out when Cris decided to check in on her in the dressing room. Promptly, she handed him the remaining spy gadgets she had, which he discreetly stashed away in the kitchen area where he had secured a hiding spot. Brandon also had another assigned undercover operative to work in the kitchen to make sure things would remain undiscovered.
"Mada Beck wants to see you before you leave," Cris inford her.
Rain simply nodded before they walked outside. The mont they were out, she saw Mada Beck talking with soone she recognized. As such, she quickly pulled Cris into a corner to hide.
"What’s wrong?" Cris murmured.
"Michael will recognize ," she urgently whispered. "I’ll wait in the dressing room. Tell Mada Beck that I’m having stomach issues and that I can’t see her right now. Do whatever it takes to keep from running into Michael."
Cris nodded in understanding, and Rain quickly retreated back to the dressing room. However, she was startled when the door suddenly swung open before she could even open it herself.
"Well, well, well... I heard Mada Beck has a new star," a beautiful woman with long, curly blonde hair hissed at her while eyeing her from head to toe. Two other won also stood behind her, their arms crossed as if judging her.
"Look at how spacious her dressing room is, Vania. Isn’t Mada Beck being unfair?" one of the won, the black-haired one with the bob cut, complained. "We’ve been busting our asses here for ages, and yet this newcor gets a pri spot after just one performance, which was even interrupted. She’s even getting private VIP gigs on her second day."
Rain simply stood there waiting for their next move. These three reminded her of the an girls from high school movies—the bullies. Vania, the blonde, was the club’s main star according to Cris. She hadn’t t her yet since she’d been out of the country on vacation. eting the woman now, it was clear that she was going to be a headache for her moving forward.
"I even heard that she gets to choose her schedule and clients," the black-haired woman with the boy-cut added.
Thinking quickly, Rain shifted her stance to look like a pushover. She didn’t want any more trouble that could jeopardize the operation, and letting these won walk over her would be the fastest way out of this ss.
Her eyes brightening, she addressed them. "You’re Miss Vania?! I’ve heard many great things about you from my cousin Cris," she bead as she stood up quickly, bowing her head. "I’m Diana Jones, but Mada Beck told to go by Twilight. I’m just a newbie, so I don’t know much at all."
Vania chuckled, "What is this? Is she a pushover?"
"What is going on in here?!" Before things could happen, Mada Beck suddenly announced her presence, and Rain was grateful that she finally arrived. "Vania? Aren’t you supposed to return tomorrow?"
"I heard you’ve got a new favorite, so I dropped by to see how good she is," Vania remarked, her tone laced with sarcasm. "But apparently, she didn’t perform for the crowd tonight."
Mada Beck scoffed then reiterated, "Well, she was paid for an exclusive performance, and yes, Twilight here is my new favorite. She’s only been here twice, and yet the club is overflowing with money from just one of her solid clients—more than I get from all of you combined!"
Imdiately, Rain felt the weight of the daggers being thrown her way by the three entertainers. How she wished she could stop Mada Beck from gloating more about her.
"If any of you want to beco my favorite, then try doing what Twilight here managed to do!" the mada added. "Bring in a wealthy client. Or better yet, keep a rich client coming back for more!" She then looked at Rain and said, "Follow ."
Rain gave a slight bow to Vania and the two won before quickly following behind Mada Beck. Eventually, they headed to a private elevator that only Mada Beck had access to, one which led directly to the top floor.
"Mada Beck, where are we going?" Rain asked as they stepped into the elevator.
"To my office," Mada Beck curtly replied.
Rain bit her inner cheek, feeling a surge of anxiety at the news. This was unexpected, but sothing that could give her so opportunity for more information. Keeping her eyes sharp, she observed every detail as she followed Mada Beck. When they arrived, Rain noticed that the office was secured using Mada Beck’s biotrics.
Once they were inside, Mada Beck walked ahead of her and sat behind her desk. With a stare, she instructed, "Sit down."
Doing as she was told, Rain let her eyes wander around the room. Seeing her surroundings, she gasped, "Wow, Mada Beck, your office is huge, and you have so many beautiful paintings and antiques!"
"Enough with the flattery. Let’s talk about what happened with Mr. Lancaster earlier," Mada Beck said, getting straight to the point.
Rain imdiately feigned nervousness. "I’m sorry, Mada Beck. I promise it won’t happen again," she ekly replied. "I’ll make sure not to act so naive next ti..."
"Hmm... I’ll let this slide, but the next ti it happens, I won’t be too kind to you Twilight!" Mada Beck threatened.
Rain intentionally gulped, her hands fidgeting as she pretended to be scared. "I understand, Mada Beck. Please don’t fire . I’ll do better in the future," she pleaded, her voice trembling just enough to sell the act.
She stared at her and remarked, "I’ve never had such a money spender as Mr. Lancaster, so make sure you keep him coming back again to this club." Narrowing her eyes, she added, "I wonder if he’s into you because you’re playing the naive virgin... Has he asked you out or tried to see you outside my club?"
eting her intense gaze, Rain calmly replied, "No, he hasn’t."
At that reply, Mada Beck leaned back while assessing the situation. "I suppose he doesn’t want to get involved with you seriously. It’s to be expected—he’s from a prominent family," she postulated. "He’s just enjoying himself like any other man going inside my nightclub." She sighed. "It would be nice if he’d take an interest in other entertainers."
Her eyes then sparkled as she suddenly said, almost dreamily, "I’d be happy to serve him for free too!"
"Do you like Mr. Lancaster?" Rain curiously asked.
"Who wouldn’t?" Mada Beck muttered with annoyance. "Unfortunately, that damn man never spares anyone a glance except for you."
"Would you like to spend ti with him then, Mada Beck?" she further asked, sensing an opportunity.
At the question, Mada Beck smiled wickedly and boldly confessed, "I would love that. He’s my type." She then clicked her tongue, her expression turning frustrated as she mumbled, "But he’s a powerful man I can’t afford to ss with."
Smiling, Rain’s eyes lit up as an idea struck her. "I can bring him here for a drink with you if you’d like..."
Mada Beck scoffed. "And how exactly do you plan to pull that off?"
"I’ll think hard about how I can make it happen," Rain replied with an awkward smile.
Mada Beck nodded, but her expression quickly turned serious as she gazed at Rain with an unblinking stare. "So tell , how did you manage to enter one of my vacant VIP lounges when a keycard is required to unlock it, Diana
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