Valeria hated these club celebrations. They were so, completely useless and she always ended up painfully bored and annoyed - and only slightly drunk.

Regardless, her business managers assured her that it was the best choice to keep racking in profit, and if there was anything she liked more than being in charge, it's money.

Owning a strip club wasn't exactly complicated, she just had to hire good bodyguards and dancers. There's been a new hire a few weeks ago, but she hasn't had the chance to meet her yet because she was in a different town to discuss business with another company she was thinking on collaborating with in a few months.

She entered the club, rolling up her sleeves and buttoning the cuffs. She wore a sleek black business suit with a white undershirt, collar tucked down just right.

Her eyes roved over the crowd of disgusting, smelly men in the club watching the dancers prance around the floor and, most eyes are on the dancer on the stage, spinning on the pole.

Valeria focused on the dancer too, watching her every move. She didn't recognize her, she must be the new hire.