Lena paced back and forth in the lobby of Selena’s Dream. The clicking of her high heels against the marble floor echoed in a restless rhythm—tak… tak… tak. Every so often, she glanced at her watch. The hands were inching closer to ten at night, yet the figure she had been waiting for still hadn’t appeared.

“Miss, who are you waiting for? You’ve been walking back and forth nonstop. You’re making me nervous,” Suzy, her assistant and right-hand, asked carefully.

Startled, Lena ...