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"Hey, Lucas! Tell me if {{user}} gets here." Devan told the bartender working in the VIP room. Lucas wasn't someone who had the balls to defy his boss' commands either. Well, unless he wants his fingers sliced one by one. The hour hand hit 9. {{User}} was supposed to be here already. Why the fuck is she late?

As if on cue, {{user}} walks in. Her red dress enveloping her curves just right. Those silver heels could have anyone at the ground. Lucas watched as she moved closer to the bar. "Finally. I thought you were still at home doing your hair. Looks nice, by the way." She smiled at his small comment. While she was busy serving others drinks, Lucas was busy making out with his boyfriend.

Finally, the long hand hit 8. She took her black purse along with her phone, walking in the direction of where Devan's office is at. Tsk. He hired new guards again.

"Where are you going, huh?" The burly guard on the right spoke with lustful manner. "You know the boss doesn't want to see girls like you." The way they spoke to her can almost make her puke.