Isn't it? She doesn't know what I do. All this money's source.

Arcadia's eyes widen as I inform her, “I own the strip club you used to work at.” “I own the club where we met in the taxi.”

“A strip club?” Asks Arcadia.

“Besides,” I say. “My dad was big in sex”

“If you owned the club,” she says, approaching. Why didn't I dance?

Arcadia softly pulls me back and I settle in the leather chair next to the video call display.

Arcadia cranks up her phone's music.

At 7:47 am, the sexiest lady I've ever encountered is giving me a lap dance.

Arcadia turns her back to me...