Camille's POV

"You're not performing tonight." Victor's unmistakable voice echoed behind me, slow and confident.

"You missed the schedule. My performance was yesterday," I replied, turning around with a practiced smile. I knew he'd come back sooner or later.

"Too bad. You're the best part of the night," he said shamelessly, looking me over with a gaze meant to intimidate. But I wasn't a woman who bent easily. Men like him had come through here before.

Without asking, I prepared the same