I was still struggling to remove her mask as she painfully yanked my hair, and finally I managed to remove it. “Loren?” I was shocked by the face revelation—my best friend?
“What the f**k? Loren?” She was looking down. “Oh my gosh, you’re busy entertaining my husband; you’re supposed to be my best friend?”
“I did it for a reason.”
“What reason? What f*****g reason will you be giving my husband a lap dance when we had a fight?”
“Jess, you need to calm down; you’ll cause a scene.” She said, I knew she was scared to get fired. I turned to Clinton, who was seated, sipping his drink and humming to the music.
“Unbelievable!” I yelled, then walked out with the cab driver trailing behind me.
“Miss, I'll drive you home,” he said. I owed him money, so he had to obviously drive me back home.
