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“Everyone calls him sir.”
“No, they don’t!” Trey snapped.
Dahlia drew in a breath. “Well, obviously not you, but all the employees.”
“No.” His tone sent a shiver down her spine. “They don’t, Dahlia.”
What? Of course, they did. Obviously, Trey wouldn’t know as much not working firsthand with the staff. She racked her brain, thinking of the times when she’d heard the others call him sir. But she couldn’t come up with one single time. No, surely she was just forgetting. Why would he single her out?
Club whore!
Fuck!
“Well, he told me to, so…”
“You do everything people tell you to do?” Trey’s belittling tone only had her shrinking deeper inside her humiliation.
“No,” she whispered.
“Then why are you calling him sir?”
“He’s my boss.”
“I’m your boss!” Trey squared his jaw. “What you failed to see is that he did that to show you and everyone else that you are beneath him. And you complied.”
Her breath shallowed, and the knot in her throat tightened. This was nothing new for Dahlia. She’d been in this position before. Too many times to count. Dahlia had never had an upper hand in any job she’d worked. Entry level could have been tattooed on her forehead. Therefore, she knew how it worked. Rod was a superior, and as such, she’d bow down to ensure her job. That’s the way it works in the real world, Trey. It was impossible to explain to a man like Trey, who held all the power above everyone else.
Yet somehow, she found her voice. Dahlia straightened her shoulders and stared back at Trey, not shrinking under his scowl. No!
“This is so unfair! You’re mad at me for complying? He’s my boss!” Dahlia shouted, unable to control her emotions.
Trey narrowed his gaze, and she knew what was coming. He’d recite his previous statement. But he was wrong. That’s not the way it worked. Not for her.
“Whether you agree or not, he is my boss, my supervisor. Do I need to remind you of my position in your club? I’m a barback, Trey. Everyone is higher than me. If someone tells me to do something, of course, I’m going to do it. It’s my job on the line. That’s how it works, Trey, when you’re not the boss.” Dahlia ground her teeth, overcome with emotion. “And with all due respect, I think it’s really shitty that you’re trying to make me feel bad for complying when all I’m trying to do is keep my job.” Her eyes welled, and her voice cracked. She immediately dropped her gaze to the floor and turned. Dahlia didn’t wait for any type of dismissal. She walked out, bowing her head to conceal her tears from the security.
Dahlia walked through the balcony, not making any eye contact with anyone, though she felt the weight of their stares, mainly Rogue. She rushed across the floor and slipped behind bar one, surveying the operations. Inside, she was furious, offended, and utterly destroyed.
Killian glanced over, smiling, then quickly furrowed his brows and grabbed the glass, moving closer to her.
“Hey Dahlia, what’s happening?”
She should have let it go. I can’t.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” Killian said.
“Do you call Rod ‘sir?’”
Killian stilled and slowly angled his head with a small smile playing on his lips. “What?”
“When you answer him yes or no, do you call him sir?”
Killian chuckled. “Are you serious?”
Oh fuck, there was her answer. If she hadn’t been embarrassed before, she was now drowning in humiliation. But maybe Rod’s attitude was only geared toward women.
“Does anyone, the waitresses, maybe?”
