“You look awful!” Nick, Veronica’s boss, exclaimed. She was always tired when it was time for her to work, but this was something different. Usually, before even leaving her apartment, she tried to make herself look at least decent, but she really didn’t care that day and decided to leave looking like a zombie.
“I feel like that, too,” she said before turning to look in the mirror. The bags under her eyes were huge, there were dark circles, and her hair looked like it had been through a tornado. “What happened to me?”
Zoey, her best friend, stepped out of the dressing room and squeezed her shoulder. “It’ll get better, Valentina.” That’s what most people called her, mainly the people who didn’t know her outside of the stripclub. She didn’t like it, but she just had to accept it, since she would never let anyone except for Zoey and Nick to know her real name. Not even Jon knew it.
“I doubt that,” she said as she ran her fingers through hair, causing some to fall out. She watched as her dead hair slowly fell to the ground. Maybe she would end up like them; so dead inside that she couldn’t hold on.
She picked up her bags and took them into the dressing room. She had a house call that night, along with Zoey. Honestly, she didn’t like house calls, since the men who usually requested them were huge creeps. But she usually gained a lot of money by doing them, so she just learned to deal with it.
One hour later, she and Zoey arrived at the hotel where they were asked to go. It was really fancy, much like she was used to. But something felt strange. Zoey was giving off a weird vibe. Usually she was incredibly chatty, but she was very silent at that time. “What’s wrong, Zo?”
She pushed the elevator button and stepped in when the doors opened. “Nothing’s wrong, Roni. Nothing at all.” Veronica knew she was lying, but she decided not to question her anymore.
When they finally reached on the top floor of the building, Zoey stood in the elevator long after the door was already opened. It was really starting to bug Veronica. She started to really ask herself possible reasons she would be acting that way. Was she nervous? Maybe, but most likely not. Was she afraid that our customers won’t like us? Probably not, because they actually requested us. Then what was it?
By then, they were both standing in front of the room they were instructed to go to. Veronica knocked three times and waited for someone to answer it. When someone finally did, she understood why Zoey was so nervous. “Jon… oh shit.” He knew what her name was, so why would he even bother to request her when he was the one that proposed that they stay away from each other?