The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Got it!" Alda looked up as she exclaimed. "You will both... dance together!"

Jouri and Meg traded glances, with the former shrugging. "I have no issues with that. It depends entirely on the manager."

"Always at your service, Ms. Yelin," Meg said she would like to show off, but she was not going to reveal her goals directly either.

"Good. I'll pick a song, and you girls can stand in the center."

Alda went over to the karaoke machine, picking a random song and gesturing with her palm.

Jouri did not waste her breath and started dancing to the rhythm, but she was clearly not that good-Alda was left giggling as she looked like a zombie, what with her stiff moments.

Meg was totally different, however, as she had six months of ballet training. It was a solid foundation, and a little lap dance was certainly right up her alley.

"That's hot!" Even Jouri was impressed after seeing it.

Meg ignored her and calmly returned to her seat when the song finished.

Jouri was laughing in turn. "That's not something you see every day, Ms. Quill. You're usually so prim and proper, but you can really let loose when you have to. You always do this for the guests, don't you?"

not. I've never

the pressure on that pretty boy. You have to take him

her dice, getting two

terrible, just

impressive-having five sixes before, his roll this time was

lost, so we'll bet

quietly and maintaining restraint, not yelling

"Five fours."

that knowledge, so that Frank would not catch her in an

Frank exclaimed,

what if she called for a showdown and his bet was right

herself. "Eight fours! I

"Then, showdown."

not have that many and

their phones, and there were only seven fours between

she had bet exactly what

Frank was not cheating-she could only blame her poor