Maya didn’t see Aunt Lily the next day. She left without saying goodbye, leaving Maya with unanswered questions. Throughout the night, Maya’s mind was haunted by every word Aunt Lily had said to her. She was so occupied by her thoughts that she nearly cut off her finger while chopping vegetables to make a sauce for Dalton.
Who is her father? Her mother didn’t even know who he was. What if her mother had been drugged and was rap- No, no, Maya scread in her mind. If what she was thinking is true, she would kill herself. She couldn’t bear being living with that ugly truth.
Then Maya thought of Aunt Lily’s last words. Which bad man had her stepfather gotten involved with? Maybe her aunt was just hysterical because Frederick Hathaway is a bad man himself; he is one of the most feared n in the city for a reason.
She needs to stop overthinking before it drives her crazy. Maya slamd her locker and left the staff room of the restaurant.
When Maya entered the restaurant’s kitchen, everyone’s eyes were on her. They whispered as they shot her judgntal stares, causing her to glance at herself, wondering if she was wearing the wrong attire. However, she was dressed in her white chef’s uniform, and there was nothing on her face.
"What’s the occasion? You all are acting strangely," Maya asked her colleagues, but no one responded.
She shrugged and went to her cooking station to begin preparing als for the custors.
"Maya, I need to talk to you," Dan suddenly grabbed her arm. He pulled her out of the kitchen and took her to the alley behind the restaurant.
He pinned her against the wall. Maya shrugs her arm free from his grip. "What the hell, Dan!" she pushed him. "How dare you manhandle like that?" Laura was right; Dan was not Mr. Nice Guy at all.
"But you prefer those wealthy n to manhandle you because they have money," Dan spat at her angrily.
Maya frowned, blinking in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"Stop pretending to be innocent, Maya. Your facade has been revealed; everyone knows who you really are," he said, looking at her with disgust.
Maya laughed, "Are you out of your mind? You’re just spewing nonsense!"
Dan chuckled in disbelief. "You’re still denying it? I have evidence." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and shoved it into Maya’s hand.
On her screen is a video of her wearing a revealing waitress uniform and flirting with so n at the gentlen’s club while a strip show was taking place. The other waitresses around her were practically half-naked too. The way the video was shot indicates that it is CCTV footage.
God, she knows how this looks. She was simply being polite to the n she was talking to in the video, but the video has been edited to make it appear as though she was a hooker, hunting for clients to sleep with for money. The revealing uniform she was wearing only made it worse. Thankfully, she stopped wearing it right after Dalton threatened her stepfather.
"Everyone who works at the restaurant received this video, along with a ssage stating that you work at the Venus City Gentlen’s Club," Dan said, making her feel even worse.
But Maya put on a brave face and said, "So that’s what everyone is gossiping about. I work at a gentlen’s club—so what? It’s none of your business." She shrugged.
Dan jolted his head to the side and gave her an incredulous look. "I can’t believe you are acting so nonchalant about this."
"What’s wrong with working in a gentlen’s club, huh?" Maya rolled her eyes.
"It’s practically a sex club! You work in a sex club!" Dan shouted, getting in her face.
"No, it’s not!" Maya yelled back
"Yes, it is true. Don’t act naive, Maya. Venus City Gentlen’s Club is very popular; everyone knows that wealthy n go there to have sex with the girls over there. What do you call a place that offers exclusive escorts for n to spend the night with? A sex club. Every gentlen’s club is essentially a sex club."
Well, Dan is right. She is naive; she thought the gentlen’s club was just an exclusive bar until she learned that they also offered sexual services to clients. She has been foolish.
Dan closed the gap between them. Maya took a step back and said, "Don’t co any closer, or you will regret it," She hissed at him.
Dan pulled out his wallet and took a bunch of dollar bills from it. "Here," he said, throwing the money in Maya’s face. "I hope it’s enough for to have you in my bed for a night." He moved closer, attempting to kiss Maya, but she quickly ducked her head away.
"You jerk," she said, punching him in the nose, making him bleed.
Dan wiped the blood trickling from his nose with his fingers and laughed. "The money wasn’t enough? Or are you just pretending to be a saint? I have a rich cousin who visits Venus City often, and he told that every girl who works there sleeps with the clients. So you’re no saint; you’re just a whore."
His words infuriate Maya as rage courses through her veins. She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. "Even if I’m a whore, you would be the last man on earth I would ever have sex with, you pig!"
"Don’t ever co near again, or your balls will feel the power of my kick" she threatened as she stord back inside.
She wanted to report Dan to HR to get him fired, but her reputation had been ruined. All her colleagues now think she’s a prostitute, so no one would believe her if she claid that Dan had sexually harassed her.
Today was one of her worst days at work. She has beco a laughingstock. Her colleagues, who once respected her, are now calling her a whore, a prostitute. It beca so unbearable for her to be in the kitchen that she took a sick day off.
As she was on her way to Dalton’s mansion, she received a text ssage from Soraya.
She read it: How is your day going at the restaurant, Chef Deluca? Or should I call you a whore? Soraya had added a laughing emoji.
She knew it! She knew Soraya had a hand in this!
Maya clenched her phone. "That bitch," she cursed.
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