She does.

Angel knew there was nothing she could do but follow Mike out. She had to stick to her role and not cause a scene as she may have an opportunity later to stop by Victor’s cabana again. But now she just had to figure out how to deal with this latest snag. They made their way around the pool, basically unnoticed as most of the club goers were fixated on the wet t-shirt contest. Mike opened a side door connected to the main indoor club and held open the door for Angel. The dark hallway immediately illuminated as the motion sensor fluorescent lights hummed to life. About ten feet down the hallway Mike stopped at a door and unlocked it. With the same grimace he had in the cabana and motioned for Angel to walk in.

The small office was nothing special. It had a cluttered desk, a few bookshelves, cardboard boxes filled with promotional gear for the club, and a dry erase board with notes on events and employee schedules. Angel made her way to a chair while Mike leaned against the corner of the desk. Silence filled the room for a few moments before he gave a loud sigh.

“Camelia,” Mike began, “we’ve had this talk before and I know we want to give guests the best experience but you can’t get too sexual with them. We have the agreement once you clock out you can get frisky with anyone outside of the club.” Angel simply just nodded. If she just took this beating quick and without issue she could go back to Victor then seal the deal. A confused look on Mike’s face began to emerge as he slowly leaned forward. “Is that understood?”

“Yup, understood” Angel responded in a quick reply, hoping Mike didn’t recognize the difference in her voice. He starred at her for a good thirty seconds before standing back up straight and walking to the other side of the desk.

“Good, make sure it doesn’t happen again or I’ll fire you on the spot,” Mike gave the ultimatum. However his confused look still did not go away on his face. “Take your mask off.”

“Sorry?” asked Angel, hoping she misheard him.

“Take the fucking mask off,” he repeated, this time sounding more annoyed than before. Angel hesitated as she knew Mike would probably recognize that she was not Camelia. Her mind raced with next steps to deal with Mike as she slowly pulled the gold mask up and rested it on her forehead.

“Now tell me…who the fuck are you?” Mike demanded, however still remaining calm as if he knew all along. Angel, attempting to maintain her cover, decided to play the most reasonable role she could think of. She covered her eyes and did her best to fake cry in front of Mike. Although not one familiar with professional acting, she had gotten herself out of a few jams by playing the crying hot girl card.

“I’m-I’m so so-sorry,” Angel replied, trying to hold back tears, “I just lost my job and Camelia offered for me to step in for her for one night. I thought I would try and get the most tips from customers by-“

“Okay, okay,” interrupted Mike as he put his hand out, gesturing her to be quiet. “Listen, you need to return the uniform and apron. Maybe if a position opens up in the future you can apply like everyone else. But you gotta leave now.”

“No! Please I need this job!” pleaded Angel, knowing that she needed to keep her access with Victor. “I will do anything!”

“Sorry babe, maybe next time,” Mike responded, slowly shaking his head with arms crossed. Angel saw that he wasn’t going to budget with her crying. She decided a different tactic was needed. She slowly stood up and walked over to Mike. He took a step back as Angel made sure her body was almost touching the Player Club manager.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to change your mind?” Angel asked in a very low and sultry voice. Mike’s eyes widened as he almost instantly closed his mouth from his jaw dropping from the question.