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jerked his thumb in the direction of the
manager's office. “And...he's not in a good mood tonight.”
He rolled his eyes. “Good luck.”
    Rebecca kept her head down and
walked briskly to Will's office. She could see some of the girls
coming into the club, but she didn't feel like making small talk and
gushing about how great it was to be back. This was just a job. A
job she needed. She had to do it and get out, and try not to step on
anyone's toes on the way out.
    She rapped smartly on the door
and waited.
    “ Come in,” came
Will's grumpy voice.
    Rebecca straightened her
jacket and walked into Will's office. “Hi, Will.”
    The man looked up with a
scowl. “Raven Rose.” He leaned back in his chair and
raised a brow. “You're in early. How are you?”
    “ I'm good. You?”
She pulled out a chair and sat down.
    “ Good, good.”
Will leaned his elbows on his desk and closed his laptop. “Let's
take a look at you. You up for the stage tonight?”
    Rebecca hesitated a beat, then
stood up and shrugged off her denim jacket. She was wearing her
costume underneath, a translucent number that showed some flesh, not
enough to titillate, just enough to tantalize. She spread out her
arms and turned slowly in a circle, feeling Will's appraising eyes on
her. Will was human, but apparently, even the vamps gave him a wide
berth. He had connections, and he ran the club with an iron fist.
She had never seen him lose his temper, raise his voice or his fist.
He didn't have to. He had people to do that for him. Will could
make people he didn't like disappear. Rebecca stopped turning and
held her breath as she stood stiffly in front of his desk.
    Did she pass?
    Or was he going to ask her to
disappear?
    Will made an appreciative
sound. “You look good, Raven.”
    Rebecca let out the breath she
had been holding. He approved. She still had her job.
    Will didn't ask why her body
bore no marks of her assault at all. He dealt with witches,
warlocks, demons and she had no doubt he had his fingers in all sorts
of shady, dark dealings. Perhaps that was why he didn't have a
single wrinkle on his face. Rumor had it that Will was at least half
a century old, but he looked not a day over thirty.
    Will flashed her a smile and
inclined his head. “Well, go get ready. And...welcome back,
Raven Rose. We missed you.”
    Rebecca smiled sweetly and
walked to the door. Sure you did .
    She made her way to the
dressing room. Thankfully only three girls were there. She smiled,
laughed and joked with them and answered the usual questions with
deft, light strokes. I'm good, never better. Everything's all
right. Can't wait to get on that stage. I missed you all too!
    Soon the music started, and
everyone flitted round the dressing room, checking their make up,
putting the final touches to their costumes and props, doing
stretching and warm up routines.
    Rebecca strapped on her seven
inch heels. Her nails had been freshly painted, and she had applied
a temporary tattoo of a raven on her thigh. She had changed into a
glittering mini skirt, and she adjusted her red conical bra under her
translucent blouse. She flexed her fingers and rolled her shoulders,
trying to relax her muscles.
    Staring at herself in the
mirror, she struck a few poses and gulped. Why did everything feel
so unfamiliar? This was her old job, her old life. Yet it felt odd
to be back.
    It's just nerves.
    She stared at the tattoo on
her thigh. It showed a raven in flight, its black wings spread wide
and as she tensed her muscles, the wings seemed to move.
    She started when she felt a
hand on her arm. “Come on,” one of the girls smiled at
her. Rebecca smiled back automatically, but her mind drew a blank
all of a sudden.
    Blinking hard, she finally
managed to stutter, “I'll be right out. Jade.”
    That was her name, right?
    To her relief, Jade nodded and
filed out of the room with the rest of the girls.
    With a final glance at the
garishly made up stranger in the mirror, Rebecca mouthed,