Chapter 133: Outsiders

Starla Hawkins shifted her jaw in irritation as she pressed her lips into a grim line. The group of gentlemen, if you wanted to call them that, currently ensconced in the North Star’s private party room was on her last mother-loving nerve. As the North Star’s owner, she’d decided it was her position to ‘take one for the team’ and wait on the party herself. She’d rather do that than subject her staff to a rude bunch of businessmen from back east.

The group hadn’t bothered to call ahead and reserve the room, not that anyone had previously asked for it for tonight, and Sunday nights tended to be a little slow anyway, but it was the principle of the thing. She’d had it up to here with entitled city fucks rolling in like they owned the place. Hell, some of the locals were bad enough.