Chapter 19: “You Work Part-Time As A Janitor?”

I stood there, frozen in place, staring at my boss in a bloody nightclub. I would probably die soon. Yep, that was the only explanation for this incredibly rare occurrence. Aiden in a club? That’s one thing I never thought I’d ever see.

But there he was, standing impossibly still, looking so out of place. It was painfully obvious that that wasn’t his scene at all. Almighty Aiden, who was the picture of control, seemed like he didn’t know whether he was supposed to yell at an unsuspecting employee or sway to the music.

I’d always pegged Aiden as the epitome of self-discipline—early to rise, late to leave the office, with not so much as a hair out of place. Seeing him there, in that environment of excess and abandonment, felt like spotting a nun at a strip club.