BELLE

I was in the middle of my shift, trying to attend to the customers when my phone began to vibrate in my pocket.

Oh god. Not now.

I pulled out my phone and stared at the screen. It was an unknown number.

“Hello?” I answered the phone, but the loud music blasting in the club made it impossible to hear anything.

“Pass our drink!” One of the customers whined, and I ended the call to attend to him.

The club was unusually wild tonight, packed with a bunch of rich kids celebrating ...