It was just past midnight.
I stopped the car in front of Stingy Ladies and stepped out.. The club was packed to hell, a neon hive of drunk idiots and girls sitting on the sidewalk with their heels off, a couple making out hard against a wall. The bass was so heavy the concrete felt like it was vibrating under my damn shoes.
I ignored the line and walked straight toward security. Normally they'd toss me like a ragdoll for that, but I guess stepping out of an expensive car made them hesitate.
"Hey," I told the bouncer checking IDs. "I need to talk to Charlotte."
"She ain't working today," he replied.
"Oh? Right…" I nodded. "You have her number or something?"
"Sorry, no. You can check again tomorrow."
"Mm." I grunted and turned back toward my car.
Shit. I wanted to give her the good news tonight, but this would have to wait. Emilia was safe at TechForge anyway. Nala handled it all with one phone call—doctor, private room, off the record. Girl was in good hands.
