Chapter 1 - The Platinum Mistake
Clara did not flinch. She did not cry. For a woman who had worked fourteen-hour shifts for the last two years, tears were a luxury she could not afford. She looked down at Marcus Vance, taking in his tailored suit, his perfectly styled hair, and the cruel, mocking smirk playing on his lips.
"Right away, sir," Clara said, her voice entirely devoid of the submissive tremble Marcus had been hoping for.
She reached out and took the platinum card he had been drumming on the granite table. She walked away, her spine straight, disappearing behind the heavy velvet curtains of the kitchen.
Marcus chuckled, leaning back in his booth. He loved this. He loved making them feel as small as he used to feel.
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What Marcus didn't know was that Clara didn't walk to the POS register. She walked into the supply closet. She pulled a small, sleek black card-skimmer from her apron pocket and swiped Marcus’s platinum card through it. A small green light blinked. The encrypted data was captured.
Clara wasn't just a tired waitress. And she hadn't ended up at The Velvet Vine by accident. She had spent two years hunting the man sitting in booth four, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
