Another tray of drinks balanced on her hand. Another table of rich men in suits and designer watches, tossing bills like candy and pretending she didn’t exist, unless they were trying to touch her waist or stare too long at her legs.

But tonight was different. Right men had walked in. All sharp suits, unreadable expressions, and the kind of presence that made the room shift. The usual noise dimmed when they entered. She didn’t know their names yet, but her manager did. He whispered to the staff with a pale face and wide eyes.

“Whatever they want, give it. No questions.”

She was the unlucky one assigned to their booth.

Johnny sat at the center, posture relaxed but eyes watchful. Donghyuck leaned back with a smirk, spinning a glass between his fingers. Yuta barely looked at her, like he’d already decided she wasn’t worth the risk as he spoke to jaehyun. Doyoung met her eyes and held the stare a second too long. She looked away.