Chapter 57
Charlotte immediately sensed the weight behind Lorenzo’s words. After all, she had carved out her place at Vetro Club over the years and knew the subtle currents of its underbelly well. Her finely arched brows drew together in concern. “Wait a minute. A dangerous job? What exactly are you talking about?”
In her mind, Charlotte chastised Georgia silently. She’s clearly lost her grip. Not fully healed, and already back here pestering me for work. But who said I’d hand her anything?
She spoke with quiet seriousness, “I’m not heartless, okay? Georgia came back before she was truly recovered, but I never assigned her any real work. Well, except for that unfamiliar guest a few days ago–but he wasn’t demanding.”
Lorenzo doubted nothing she said. He pressed further. “You know Titus, from Blue Moon Pack, right?”
“Titus? The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack? Of course, I know him. Why?”
“He was a guest here today–in Room 3, on the third floor.” Lorenzo frowned deeply, continuing, “Charlotte, something happened on that floor today, and you don’t even know? Seriously?”
Charlotte froze, her mind racing to piece it together. Titus, Alpha of Blue Moon Pack, was here today, Room 3. Something- something bad–occurred on the third floor.
Her eyes widened sharply.
“Georgia!” Charlotte sprang to her feet so abruptly the chair crashed to the floor behind her. She grabbed Lorenzo’s shirt with an Alpha’s authority, her voice taut with urgency. “Tell me everything you know!”
Lorenzo met her gaze evenly. “Charlotte, as leader of Vetro Club, you’re falling short of your title. You’ve gotten too comfortable. Something serious happened in your club today and you’re still in the dark.”
Charlotte’s temper flared. “Enough. I just got back. Tell me what happened while I was gone. Why did you bring medicine to Georgia? What’s wrong with her?”
Lorenzo hadn’t seen Charlotte like this since before she became general manager two years ago. This fierce, demanding woman was unfamiliar to him. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Let go of me first.”
“No,” Charlotte insisted, her grip tightening.
Defeated, Lorenzo relented and gave a brief report on the day’s events.
As Lorenzo spoke, fury ignited in Charlotte’s eyes. She released him, stormed out, and declared with unyielding resolve, “I’m confronting Elaine right now. Who forced Georgia into that? I’m supposed to be the manager here!”
Charlotte did not bother tempering her Alpha presence. On her way to the Public Relations Department, every step radiated a pressure that silenced the staff around her. The werewolves who worked at Vetro Club shrank back under her unspoken command.
Whispers floated through the corridors. “What’s wrong with Charlotte?”
“No clue.”
“I heard she’s heading to PR.”
“What did the janitor do this time?”
“Enough gossiping about Georgia,” snapped Amber coldly. “She works hard and hasn’t caused trouble for any of us. We should just do our jobs. If you keep badmouthing others, you’ll get burned one day.”
Amber’s glare shifted to Laura, who looked haunted in a corner.
“Go to Room 2. The guests say you’ve kept them waiting forever for their drinks,” Amber snapped.
Since returning from Room 3 on the third floor, something had unsettled Laura deeply. Judging by her coworkers‘ oblivious expressions, no one else knew what had unfolded up there. It was clear: the news was being deliberately suppressed.
Only Laura and a few insiders knew what had really happened. And those insiders had been warned–silence was
mandatory
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Fear churned within Laura, mixed with a simmering anger.
Amber’s sharp words gave her an outlet. She snapped, “Mind your own business, Amber. What makes you qualified to judge me? Have you done your job well?”
Amber’s eyes flared. “What do you mean? When have I ever slacked off?”
“You were supposed to cover Room 3 today. Why didn’t you go? Why was I sent there instead?”
In Laura’s mind, If not for you, I wouldn’t be in this mess right now. You were supposed to take the hit–I saved you by stepping in.
“You should be thanking me,” Laura said bitterly.
Amber stared as if Laura had lost her mind. “Are you crazy?”
Why should I thank you for taking my place? she thought, incredulous..
“Why should I thank you? The guests on the third floor are always the best tippers. I got replaced for no reason, and now you want thanks? You must be nuts.”
“You have no idea!” Laura’s eyes reddened as she pointed a trembling finger at Amber. “You don’t know what happened today…”
“What?” Amber arched a brow, clearly unimpressed. To her, Laura was always a headache.
Does she think she’s innocent because of that scared little face? She’s a wreck, and selfish to boot.
Laura’s anger burned hot, but the words wouldn’t come.
Despite the enormity of what happened on the third floor, the club carried on as usual. No one else seemed aware of anything. Even Laura knew better than to break the silence.
“Stop staring at me like that. Your eyes are red like you’ve been crying. Anyone who sees might think I’m bullying you,” Amber mocked before turning away, dismissing Laura without another word.
