Aurora’s POV
I pushed myself up from the cold bathroom floor.
My knees throbbed with pain, and my black uniform was soaked with dirty water. I pulled off the torn apron, stuffed it into my coat pocket, and walked out into the service hallway.
I had to get my money. One hundred and fifty dollars. It wasn't much, but it was all I had to feed my babies and buy bus tickets out of this city before Sophie came back with Nathan's men.
I walked down the concrete basement stairs toward the small staff office.
Mr. Briggs sat behind a metal desk, counting stacks of dirty cash under a dim bulb.
I knocked on the open door. “Mr. Briggs. I came for my pay.”
Briggs looked up from his cash with a mean grin. “Your pay? You have nerve coming down here.”
“I worked my five hours,” I said. “You promised
