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    From the car, Brenna and Isabe watched him.


    Isabe leaned closer and exined, “Not long ago, Mack was working the crowd at another bar. There was this woman, Gia, who really liked him. She would tip him…”


    “…a hundred thousand or more just to have him in her private room.”


    “He’s really fine with selling himself like that?” Brenna asked, baffled. She’d known Mack was in this line of work, but hearing about it was one thing; seeing it in person was another.


    Watching Mack fawn over women made her stomach turn.


    Isabe wasn’t fond of Mack, either. Lately, he had been calling and texting her nonstop, always asking for money.


    Fortunately, Isabe had just filed for a transfer to Plomond and given up her rented ce in Shirie. Otherwise, Mack would have been knocking at her door by now.


    “Honestly, Brenna, Mack has no principles,” Isabe said. “He’ll do whatever it takes to get ahead. But back when he was looking for work, he was too proud to take anything he thought was beneath him—sales, car washing, even driving a taxi. He used to say those jobs were for losers. The management positions he wanted? Nobody would give him those. I had to listen to him rant about it all the time.”


    Through the car window, Brenna watched as Mack got brushed off and cursed at by one woman after another. She couldn’t help thinking he was reaping what he had sown.


    An hour passed, and still no one picked him.


    Mack’s frustration was evident. He stood there at a loss until a middle-aged man approached him.


    “How about a couple of drinks with me?” the man asked.


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    Mack froze. “Mr. Hardy…”


    The man was Sanford Hardy. He hade around just a few nights earlier and nearly worn Mack out. He was generous, yes, but far rougher than any woman Mack had been with.


    Mack wasn’t eager for a repeat.


    When it came down to money or his own well-being, he would choose thetter without hesitation.


    “I’m… uh, not feeling great today,” Mack stammered.


    Sanford smirked, gave his cheek a light pat, and slipped a small bag of white pills from his jacket pocket. “Running low on these, aren’t you?”


    As Mack reached for the bag, Sanford pulled it back. “Keep me happy, and I’ll give you twenty grand plus ten pills.”


    Mack hesitated. He was down to hisst pill, and if he didn’t bring in money tonight, tomorrow was going to be hell for him.<fn5080> Discover more novels at find{n}ovel</fn5080>


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