Jemma didnât want to point out it was Jarrodâs fault, but it was clear his broad stance was part of the problem, especially since he was standing sideways, taking up more space.
People like Jarrod had a distinct way of standing that was unmistakable.
Finally, Jemma propped Nicole up against the elevator wall and, after another unsuccessful attempt, she made a request.
âMr.
Schultz, could you please hold Cherry for a moment? Iâll turn around and guide her out.
â
Jarrod remained silent, and just as Jemma feared her request would be denied, he surprisingly extended a hand and supported Nicole.
Grateful, Jemma turned around and stepped out, saying while pivoting to pull Nicole out, âMr.
Schultz, could you please hand Cherry to me.
â
Before Jemma could finish her request, the elevator doors began to close.
Caught off guard, Jemma barely managed to react before the doors shut.
Alec, witnessing the scene, briefly panicked.
âHey.
â
Alec reached to press the elevator button, but the elevator was already descending.
They would have to wait for the next one.
Alec, visibly agitated, started pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.
Jemma wasnât entirely sure, but she thought she saw Jarrod subtly press the close button.
Did he intentionally close the doors?
The more Jemma pondered, the more convinced she became.
Why else would a man of Jarrodâs stature share the elevator with them if not for Nicole?
Watching Alecâs frantic behavior, Jemma turned to those male escorts.
âThis is Alec, a distinguished guest tonight.
Please ensure he is well taken care of.
â
In this club, male escorts catered not only to female clients but also to male patrons who, for discretion or to avoid the eyes of their wives, sometimes requested male companions.
Upon hearing Jemmaâs introduction, those male escorts enthusiastically approached Alec.
âAlec, letâs have a drink.
â
âAlec, letâs play some dice.
â
Alec found himself at a loss for words.
Surrounded by several eager, robust men, he had no opportunity to escape.
His face turned a shade of green.
Internally, Alec seethed at Jemma, but she had already stepped back into the elevator, waving at him cheerfully.
âAlec, enjoy yourself!â
âEnjoy myself, my ass!â Alec muttered under his breath.
Alec tried to push away those male escorts, but two more quickly stepped in to fill the gap.
âAlec, if you donât like dice, how about rock-paper-scissors.
.
â
âYeah, Alec, letâs play.
Donât just stand there.
.
â