Noah continued, his voice smooth and oily. "If you agree to have a nightstand with them... I can make sure you're taken care of. Financially. You won't have to work at that pathetic cafe anymore."
Krystal stared at him. Her mind went blank. Then it exploded.
Krystal whispered, her voice barely audible. "What did you just say to me?"
Noah shrugged, his expression casual. "It's a good offer. You'll get paid. They'll have fun. Everyone wins."
Krystal stood up so fast her chair scraped against the floor. The sound echoed through the diner. A few customers looked up, curious.
Krystal shouted, her voice trembling with rage. "You want me to sell myself? You want me to be a prostitute for your disgusting friends?"
Noah's eyes widened, panic flickering across his face. "Keep your voice down—"
"No!" she screamed. "You come here, you pathetic piece of garbage, and you ask me to whore myself out? After everything I've been through?"
Tears streamed down her face.
