Who would ever enjoy working part-time at a nightclub?

It’s about survival. Plain and simple.

Yvonne bit her lip. "Have you forgotten, Mr. Blackwell? You cost me my job. Now, no one in this industry will touch me. I need money to keep living. If I can’t even take on side gigs, I’ll starve by tomorrow."

Samuel’s gaze lingered on her. There was something almost confounded in his expression.

One month ago, he’d had her fired from the ...