*Gwen’s POV*As I was weaving my way through the crowded club, balancing two full beer glasses on a tray, someone suddenly grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. It was the club manager, looking serious. He pulled me aside into a quiet corner."Gwen," he said quietly, "we have a special request for you."I was surprised. A request for me? That was unusual. Normally, these requests were handled by the girls in flashy outfits, not someone like me – a girl dressed in oversized t-shirts and baggy pants."Who's asking?" I inquired, feeling curious.The manager shook his head. "You'll find out when you get there. It's in Lounge 3. Drop the tray and go. Right away."I felt irritation bubbling inside me. I didn't like being bossed around like a pet. But with Mr. Tony's stern gaze fixed on me, and the silent threat of losing my job looming over me, I followed his orders.Setting the tray down with a loud thud that earned me a few annoyed glances, I hurried towards lounge 3, feeling my heart
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