Chapter 27 Selling Alcohol
After George bailed with that smug look, Emma was left alone in a dark corner, feeling totally helpless and desperate. Her tumor started to throb, the pain coming in waves, making it almost impossible to focus.
She fished out some painkillers from her bag, popped the pills with shaky hands, and silently begged for the pain to ease up.
"I can't just throw in the towel," she murmured, steeling herself.
Even though George's offer made her feel like crap, she knew she had to find a way to get cash for the treatment. She decided to take his advice and hit up a nightclub to sell booze.
The neon lights of the club were flashing, and the music was blasting. Emma walked in, feeling all kinds of nervous. She went up to the front desk and told the boss what she was there for.
"You wanna work here?" The boss gave her a once-over, a hint of approval in his eyes. "You look pretty good; you'll definitely pull in the customers."
"I'll give it my best," Emma said with a small smile, trying to look confident.
"Alright, you can stay," the boss nodded and set her up for some quick training.
The training was super short, and as night fell, Emma had to get to work.
Her good looks drew in a lot of customers, and her sales were surprisingly solid. The manager was stoked and decided to put her in the VIP room to sell the priciest booze in the club.
"Emma, your job tonight is in the VIP room," the manager said with a grin. "The folks in there spend big, so make sure you do well."
"Got it," Emma nodded. If she could sell this bottle, she'd score a hundred grand commission. That number tempted her, and even though she felt like crap and wanted to go home, she took another painkiller and went for it.
Walking into the VIP room, the fancy decor and strong smell of alcohol hit her.
A bunch of well-dressed customers were lounging on the sofa, and when they saw Emma, their eyes locked on her. Emma's heart sank when she realized the so-called rich guest was George.
George was sprawled on the sofa, looking all cold and high-and-mighty. Anna was cuddled up next to him, the two of them looking like a perfect couple, which stung Emma.
She didn't want to embarrass herself and turned to leave, but Anna stopped her.
"Emma, I can't believe it's really you. What are you doing in a place like this?"
"Yeah, there are a lot of things you can't imagine," Emma felt sick seeing Anna's fake face. "I'm not here for fun like you guys. I'm here to make money."
"Make money? Emma, how did you sink so low? Aren't you making George look bad? If you needed money, you could've asked me. How could you stoop to prostitution?"
Emma never said she was prostituting, but Anna slapped that label on her right away.
Anna's words were always gospel to George. If Anna said she was prostituting, George would buy it!
A cold, fierce light flashed in George's eyes, making him look even scarier, like a devil ready to rip Emma apart!
For money, she would actually prostitute herself!
And she had the nerve to say she had only been with him.
What a disgrace.
To rub salt in the wound, George pulled Anna closer, and Anna smiled smugly, looking at George with a pitiful expression, "George, don't be mad at Emma. It's all my fault for falling for you. This is all my fault."
"Anna, how could it be your fault? The one I've always loved is you. The one at fault is this delusional, shameless Emma who climbed into my bed," George said.
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