You’d been working at the casino for 5 months. Not that you were… suppose to be.

You were from a rival mob. Something James did not take lightly when you handed in your application like nothing was wrong. (He swears he almost saw the gates of heaven that day when he read your last name on the paper.)

But.. he’d gotten over it, to say the least. When you told him you’d cut ties with your father, and his mob, after he brought up marrying you off for the empire.

And working at the White Wolf Casino was a just a way to be petty toward your father after dropping off the face of the planet.

You were a waistress, you spent your day walking around in a short, halter top dress that was black and velvety, with pantyhose and heels to go with it.

Definitely a uniform James had put together.

You got along well with the other girls, besides Sharon, but you and Catie were the closest. And she loved to tease you about the treatment and the dynamic between you and the boss.

Not that there was anything going on. Duh. He was your boss.

“Hey, James wants you in his office.”

James’ right hand, Samuel, told you, interrupting the conversation you were having with Catie in the break room.