I smirk. Belle Dowan has no idea the mistake she’s just made.
It’s been over ten years since I’ve had to worry about money,but old habits die hard.
The men around me fold fifties and hundreds into the dancers’g-strings. I sit with my arms crossed.
They throw wads of cash on the table, drunkenly announcing,“The next round is on me,” before they pass out. I sip waterfrom a glass bottle I carried in with me.
I’m struck by the waste of it all.
Arslan would tell me to loosen up. “You’ve earned this life.Might as well enjoy it,” he always says.
But I know all too well how easily things can fall apart. And atthe end of the day, I’d rather be me than any of the drunk fucksdancing around me. Because I’m the one with power.
“You should try the salmon,” Giorgos proclaims.
