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And who has that kind of money?

I turn to stone.

My pulse is dead.

It can be him.

But it can’t be my ex, either.

Or someone from his entourage.

These are the only two people I can think of.

There could be the principal and people from school, but then their presence here would be just as problematic, if not more problematic than mine.

My ex?

No.

He’s never enjoyed this type of place. And he wouldn’t spend a dollar more on a pack of gum, let alone splurging on some dancer.

Besides, he doesn’t have that kind of money.

He also wouldn’t put the kind of fear I see in the manager’s eyes in anyone's heart.

He can’t intimidate someone to save his life.

So it’s not Joachim.

He also doesn’t live in this area and would have zero reason to be here.

It must be Ewan.

He has the money, the presence, and the power to put anyone in their place.

If it’s him and he has bossed this guy around, I can’t say I’m not happy that he did.

But what if it’s not him? What if it’s one of the men he had with him on that night when I brought drinks to their table.

No. No one could recognize me.

I look different.

Besides, the man just told this dick that I work in a school. So not only did he twist this man’s arm and compel him to make me dance, but he also dropped that piece of information, giving him ammunition to force me to do so.

I don’t know what I’ll do if it’s not him.

Although, it must be him.

Ewan.

That sensation in my body.

That feeling that I’ve been watched.

What is he doing here?

Has he followed me?

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