Chapter 22

Tuck continues to dance, slowly thrusting his hips at the crowd. They love it. They go wild. And Tuck grins from ear to ear, continuing his seduction of them. It’s a great time at The Man Club. The best. I won’t have it any other way.

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Two days later, I review the security footage from the sixteen-channel, two-terabit DVR. I believe a new hire by the name of Eric Carloto is stealing money from the registers when he’s bartending. The club has been short for the last two weeks, night after night; the exact amount of time that Eric has been working for me.