Chapter 13

Isabella's POV

Getting to the club was as usual. in no time. The club paradise was filled with people cheering loudly at the dancers performing and waiters bustling their asses off to collect and return drink orders.

But before I could even think of walking over to the dressing room to get settled and get started with my shift, Dan rushed up to me screaming through the music.

“You are late... "' He screamed and I rolled my eyes, looking down at my phone, checking the time.

I was just barely 5 minutes late... but still, Dan always had to be Dan and complain about nothing.

Taking in a deep breath, I squared my shoulders, looking directly at him.

“I'm sorry it will never happen again," I said.

“It's better not, Isabella because look at those names and pictures that are on the wall of this place... Yeah, yours, so I expect you to take this opportunity seriously and show up early," Dan continued to scold me