She raised her arm, and Selene was just about to remind Daph to hold back a little, but it was too late–Daph’s fist was already in motion.
The boxing coach didn’t stand a chance. The punch sent him flying, and he crashed to the floor, completely dazed.
“Coach, are you okay?” Daph hurried over to check on him.
He felt as if some invisible force had just yanked him right off the ground. Clutching his chest, he coughed uncontrollably, and Daph gently patted him on the back.
Suddenly, the coach doubled over and vomited up his half–digested breakfast all over the floor.
Luke Holloway let out a sharp, disdainful “Ugh!” and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
Selene quickly grabbed a mop and started cleaning the mess.
Not far away, someone was secretly filming Selene on their phone. They sent the video off to Felicity.
“Is this your dear sister?”
Felicity stared at the video for a long moment, then burst out laughing.
She turned on her heel and strode back into the private lounge, slamming the door against the wall with enough force to draw the attention of the dozen or so men inside.
Today, Felicity was dressed in a sleek black athletic jacket and curve–hugging leggings that showed off her long legs. She flipped her dark hair and flopped down next to Harrison.
“Harrison, can you believe Selene? She’s actually working as a janitor at the gym!”
Felicity thrust her phone at him, showing the video of Selene with the mop, diligently scrubbing the floor.
She could feel the chill radiating from the man beside her.
Felicity sighed, “Selene really did grow up on the wrong side of the tracks, didn she?”
10:22
Selene had just put the mop away in the supply closet when her phone rang.
She glanced at the screen: an unknown number. Lately, she’d been job hunting and didn’t want to miss a single call.
She answered.
“Selene, it’s me.”
Selene had long since blocked Felicity’s number; clearly, Felicity was calling from someone else’s phone.
Selene’s expression turned frosty. She was about to hang up when Felicity continued:
“I heard you’re looking for a job. Turns out the Golden Radiance Club needs a new hostess for the bar. Ten o’clock every night, base salary’s twelve hundred a week, but if you’re hardworking, you could pull in six or seven grand a month, easy.
Don’t you think a job like that suits you? You could watch Daph during the day, and once she’s asleep, head out to work.”
Selene almost laughed. “Does Harrison know about this job you’re recommending?” The answer came in Harrison’s voice..
“Whatever job Felicity finds for you, it’s got to be better than mopping floors at the gym.“.
Selene felt a chill pierce straight through her. After seven years of marriage, did Harrison really have to make them enemies?
“Harrison, you pushing me toward this job is like handing me a glass of boiling water–no one would drink it willingly.”
His voice was colder than hers. “You’d rather be a cleaning lady at the gym stay Mrs. Vaughn. Selene, you really are cheap.”
than
Selene laughed. “Felicity’s never done an honest day’s work in her life. If working as a bar hostess is so wonderful, I’ll let her have it. I’ve got the six million, the property, and the stock options you gave me. That’s more than enough to keep me comfortable, so please, dear ex–husband, stop worrying about me.”
She hung up, but the anger still simmered.
She borrowed a laptop from Luke Holloway.
In ten minutes, she typed up a résumé in Harrison’s name and sent it off to the
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Golden Radiance Club’s male escort department.
When the email went through, Selene noticed a gaudy ad in the corner of the screen: “Big Money for Donors.”
She clicked on it and, without a second thought, entered Harrison’s phone number.
