I fucking knew no one would buy into the stupid story.
Yet it seems like maybe Amarie is the only person who doesn't believe it since the other workers seem to be threatened or at least scared of pissing me off. I definitely wasn't getting the fake smiles yesterday when I was a regular woman. If they really think I'm Giovanni's mistress, then they know I can end their job at any moment, so those reactions are normal.
Amarie's reaction though...
It's... weird. She should at least have the gall to pretend the story seems straight, right? And didn't she just say she didn't care either way. Yet her whole demeanor has changed in the span of ten seconds, and not in a good way.
It's my time to study her. It is my job after all.
I do it openly as she stares right back at me. She's extremely polished, something I noticed yesterday. I don't think her threads cost as much as mine, but my wardrobe is on the Costa dime and their pockets are deeper than the ocean. Yet, I know Amarie's clothes aren't too far behind price wise. And the waitresses here can't really make that much. Maybe more than a typical waitress, but enough to wear consistent designer?
I don't think so.
I glance at her nails, taking in the cheetah print acrylics. They're flashy with jewels along the bottom. And one of them is chipped slightly. A small discrepancy I usually wouldn't think much about, but there are also callouses on her palms and fingers.
She's not getting those type of callouses from servingdrinks.
It's hard work, but not to the extent of her hands. Hands that show more physical work.
When my eyes meet hers, her body is tense and her lips are pressed into a line. Yet she doesn't look nervous. "Find anything interesting?" she asks.
Again, even with all the tension in her body and the way her tone has dropped a level, I don't feel threatened. Maybe, I'm seeing a little below the exterior of the extremely nice woman I met yesterday, but I don't feel like she's going to attack me at any moment or catch me out back in the alleyway.
But do I believe she could be dealing behind the Costa's back and doing other shady work?
"Not yet," I tell her before clearing my throat. I straighten my posture.
"Good." Her face completely changes as her grin returns and it's almost like our conversation didn't just happen. She looks around the room. "Hmm, I wonder where Dave is." She shakes her head before muttering, "Probably getting blown in the bathroom by Angie. I fucking swear those two..." She trails off, shaking her head again before looking at me. "Anyways, come on, I'll get you a tray and a section for the night so we can start prepping."
And then she's guiding me through the club and walking me through my tables for the night as if our intense conversation never even happened.
Note to self: We're going to put Amarie at the top of our suspects list but we won't say anything to Giovanni yet. I'm slightly sure she may be innocent, but he won't give me time to explain before he shoots her in the head.
I know from our conversation last night that the traitor will be promptly disposed of without any questions being asked the second they're found. And I don't want anyone's death to be on my hands, especially if it'0s a wrongful death.
Speaking of which, what happens after I find the rat? Will I be free from my contract?
I muse on the thought briefly until the doors of the club opens. The club gets busy quickly and no one seems to care that the blood on the floor from yesterday has barely dried.
You'd think that the police would have at least deemed the club a crime scene and off limits.
But whatever Vito said to them must have worked, because there's not a cop in sight and I didn't see any outside either when we pulled up.
I wave at Amarie when my bladder gets the best of me. I signal to the door leading to the back to let her know I'm headed to the bathroom. She gives me a thumbs up.
I know from my tour that the bathroom is somewhere in the back hall, but it still takes me a while to find it. And just as I'm about to turn down the hall I know it's on, whispers catch my attention. I pause, my hand on the wall. I listen closely to see where the voices are coming from, following them.
"It's no fucking problem."
"Apparently it is."
"No, they don't know shit." The second voice is slightly familiar and I wrinkle my brows.
I debate on whether or not to turn down the hall. If I do, my cover will be blown. But this sounds like something that could be slightly useful. Especially considering, I don't really have anything else. If Giovanni asks me for info and I tell him everyone is nice again, I won't like the reaction I get.
Pressing my lips together, I peer around the corner slightly, trying to remain unseen. I find Dave with his back to me as he talks to a shorter woman. Dave's hand is against the wall as he looks down at her. She's waving her hands around as she whispers something harshly.
"I fucking said, it's not a problem, Angie. They don't know and they're not going to figure it out any time soon."