Serurora’s POV.
I pull up at the club and leave the car. I pull the door open, knowing the cleaners will be in and some of the staff who will be doing the re-stock of the bar. The sound of a vacuum cleaner and soft music are playing.
I enter and see Trent, counting boxes and checking off inventory on the clipboard as three members of staff are stocking and cleaning the bar area.
“Hey, thanks for sending me what I asked for. I need to speak to her.” I say to Trent and he gestures to one of the booths. I nod my head and turn to walk behind the bar to the coffee machine. Yeah, shocking I have done all of this this morning without my caffeine fix.
Once the cup of latte with an extra shot of espresso is in my hand, I walk towards the booth. I take in my server and she looks exhausted. I ta
