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t track of time, only to look at his watch and see that he needed to be at work ten minutes a

items on the counter and rapidly shed h

wide grin on his face. Noah knew that look too well-it translated to one

nd leaned against the c

o do tonight, don't you?"

," Noah growled, barely

I want my customers content. You win or lose."

hroat, but he compelled himself to nod.

ur Bacardis," the manager stated with a wave of

xistence-serving cocktails to billionaires he loathe

rp breath and tried to concentrate. Before long, the d

iced through the din as he cam

e drink

h before you collapse," Noah grumbled, ann

His hold was firm, his pace careful. But just as he ar

ito splashed onto a pristine white jac

ded on that pa

angs, heart-shaped lips, a shiny stainless-steel chain around his neck, and a small mole just above his lip

his voice artificially steady but full of

I did, sir," Noah bowed, d

itiful little sorry will remove these

nt upon! Noah

gs happen." He kept his tone calm,

ks he's superior to me." He crept forward, his tone lowering. "Y

clenched. "

curred," the man went on, totally ignoring him. "A

" The man took out his phone.

Across from him, cameras popped at the other side of the VIP entrance of the club, w

r explained, bowing so low that it was degrading. "We regret

What?! Why am I apologizing? He was too busy

"First, you mess up, and now you're fighting w

ager reached out and pulled him into h

?" the manager spat. "I told you-win or

et you're faulting me for som

s hair back. "You still don't get it, do

d drolly. "And

was Kai. Lead singer of 'The Neon H

eyebrow. "Mai pen rai. E

t to keep this club in business, I have no other option." He t

let. Noah's heart plumme

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ck your things. Y

ing as he fought back the sting of betray

meras flashed. Microphones were shoved in his face. He p

, finally

is head as tears streamed silen

ibrated. Reluctantly, he took it out. His scr

gut

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