âNo, that wasnât me.
â
âHumph, thatâs a pity.
Since youâre not willing to talk, I suppose Iâll leave then,â Vicki announced, her tone dismissive as she prepared to exit.
Nicole quickly reached out and grasped Vickiâs arm, her voice urgent.
âWait, donât leave.
Just give me a moment to thinkâ¦â
Nicole reflected on the past and suddenly it clicked.
There had been one instance.
Jarrod had behaved oddly that day, insisting she dress provocatively and accompany him to the Kingbel Club to mingle with high-profile guests.
It was a singular, demeaning experience, meant only to belittle her.
The memory of that night still stung.
Nicole admitted reluctantly, âYes, there was that one time at Kingbel Club, but it was just that once, and I wasnât really mingling with the guests.
â
Vickiâs displeasure was evident upon hearing this.
It seemed Jarrod harbored special feelings for Nicole, tolerating a family feud to keep Nicole close.
Vicki deduced that Jarrodâs decision to have Nicole at the event was driven by anger.
Jealousy curdled in Vickiâs heart.
Dropping all pretense, she said sharply, âSince youâve done it before, thatâs perfect.
My uncle owns Kingbel Club, and theyâre short-staffed.
I could get you a job there.
â
Nicole was shocked, her mind reeling.
âWhat are you suggesting?â
âI mean for you to work as a hostess.
Youâll entertain guests and have conversations.
Itâs straightforward, and it pays,â Vicki clarified.
The term âhostessâ in that context was a polite way of saying prostitute.
While it stopped short of sleeping with clients, all other interactions were expected, and for the right price, even more could be negotiated.
Nicole turned pale.
âI canât handle alcohol, and I wonât work in such a place.
â
Vicki Laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.
âYou donât think Iâm begging you to accept the job, do you?â
Nicole knew better.
Vickiâs true aim was to degrade her.
Yet, how could she agree to such a demand? S he responded firmly, âMiss Hampton, I canât accept that.
If you have other terms, we can discuss them.
â
âAnd if I donât?â Vickiâs tone turned cold.
âIf you want Austin to stay healthy, youâd better take the job today.
Otherwise, I canât assure his well-beingâ¦â Vicki threatened openly.
Fury surged through Nicole, her fists clenching as she trembled.
âMiss Hampton, remember who Austin is.
He is Jarrodâs son.
â
Nicole questioned Vicki, âDo you really think Jarrod will tolerate your actions?â
Regardless, Jarrod was Austinâs father.
Nicole couldnât believe he would be so cruel as to disregard the life of his own son.
To ignore the well-being of his child seemed unimaginable.
Even if Jarrod was using Austin merely as a bargaining chip to intimidate her, he ought to realize that any harm to Austin would drive her to fight him relentlessly.
âHa-ha.
Hearing her words, Vickiâs laughter grew louder and more dramatic.
âMiss Lawrence, youâre quite naive.
Your son is frail.
A mere fever or the wrong meal could end his life.
Would I really need to intervene physically?â
Vicki intended to crush Nicoleâs naivety with her words.
Smiling, she added, âDo you honestly believe Jarrod would confront me over something so trivial?â
Vickiâs implications were crystal clear.
She had numerous ways to hurt Austin.
Even if Jarrod didnât entrust Austin to her directly, having Austin near Jarrod was opportunity enough for her.
She was correct.
Austinâs health was fragile and couldnât endure any stress.
Minimal interference could prove fatal.