prologue
My name is Sasha Pierce. I’m twenty-four, driven, and nursing is my dream the kind of dream that keeps me up at night and pushes me forward every single day. After finally settling into my sleek penthouse in Atlanta yes, the one my parents insisted on buying me. I decided it was time to take the next step by taking my online nursing courses. But there was just one problem. The tuition wasn’t cheap, and though my parents offered to cover it, I refused. I wanted this victory on my own terms earned, not handed over.
That morning, I sat at the edge of my plush couch, laptop perched on my knees, scrolling through endless job listings. Nothing sparked. Nothing felt right. Until I saw it a personal assistant position at Club Ecstasy. The hottest nightclub in Atlanta, the kind of place where the city’s pulse beats fastest. Everyone talked about it. Everyone wanted in.
Without hesitation, I clicked “apply,” heart racing with a mix of hope and nerves. Then I waited. And waited. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Just as doubt began to creep in, my phone buzzed with a message from a man named Jerry Simmons an invitation to interview tomorrow morning.
This could be the break I needed.
