Chapter 3
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"Jasmine, how old is she, and how long has she been dancing for?" Julian asked. He couldn't look away from her, the way she moved and danced with so much fire.

"I'm not so sure Sir."

When Jasmine was done dancing she picked up the tips that were thrown to her, she needed everything that she could get. Whether small or big she needed every dime that she could get her hands on. Miles wasn't planning on getting a job nor doing anything for that matter. She knew that she might be stuck in this job for a very long time.

Jasmine got off the stage and went to the behind to take a swig of some water."Jasmine come out now!"

Jasmine finished her swig of water and came out, she saw the manager standing there and she wondered what she had done wrong this time.

She told herself to remain calm and not to panic so that she could answer him. "Yes, sir."

"Come with me, I need you to entertain one of my VIP clients who has taken an interest in you. All you need to do is charm him. He is a very important client and we cannot afford to lose him at any cost. Understood."

Jasmine just nodded, she knew what a greedy man her manager was, he would sacrifice their lives and everything just for some more money. He was rich already, yet she on the other hand needed to do everything so that she could get by. Even her own boyfriend was willing to sacrifice her dignity in order for him to not work.

Did Miles even care about her at all? Did he love her to begin with or did he love her then fall out of it. Now he maybe didn't love her and he was used to living a comfortable life. He probably knew the stakes, that if he left her he wouldn't have anyone to pay for his bills or take care of him.

Jasmine shook her head, this wasn't the time for her to think about such things. She didn't want to think about the possibility of Miles leaving her. She had sacrificed all for him, and she hoped that he would do the same for her.

Jasmine, they reached the door they stopped abruptly and the manager gave her a tray to carry.

"Go serve them these drinks." Jasmine took the tray and walked in. Everyone looked at her, and she just commenced putting the whiskey in front of them. She didn't even know who had requested for her.

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