Chapter 1901

Fiona stood at the entrance, eyes sharp and alert. She couldn't help but notice a few spots in the club where the security cameras just didn't reach. People always found ways to take advantage of those gaps.

The first blind spot was the changing room, the second was the restrooms, and the third was the VIP suites. It made sense-no one wanted cameras in those places. But the thing was, Carson had walked Anna right out the club's front doors, bold as day, and not a single person tried to stop them.

Were these people even doing their jobs?

"Pull up the surveillance footage from three nights ago, between seven and eleven p.m.," Fiona said, her voice icy as she moved over to a sofa and sat down.

If these people really were pulling some shady moves behind the club's back, Fiona wouldn't hesitate to clean house and bring in a whole new crew.

The club manager looked completely lost. He shuffled over, forcing a smile. "Fiona, is... is something wrong? You seem upset. Maybe there's something I can help with?"

He was trying his luck, but Fiona wasn't having any of it. She shot him a cold glare and said, "Just get me the footage."

"Yes, of course." The manager nodded so fast he looked like a bobblehead, then hurried away to get someone to copy the footage.

He had no idea what had gone down lately to have Fiona this furious. Had someone really dared to cross her? He didn't dare take the blame, so he just stood off to the side, sweating, while Fiona watched the videos.

About half an hour later, Fiona pointed to a blurry section on the screen. "What about this time frame?"

She'd done the math-this was exactly when Carson had left with Anna. But here, the screen was just snow. Then, as if nothing happened, the footage went back to normal. Someone had messed with it.

The manager was sweating bullets under Fiona's glare, practically shaking.

The club had always run smoothly. How had things spiraled so fast?

People's faces looked tense, and the manager looked like he was about to drop to his knees and beg.

"Fiona, I really have no idea what happened. I'll investigate right away, I promise. I'll get you a proper answer, I swear."

Fiona didn't have time for his excuses. "Call in everyone who was working that night," she said coolly.

She walked straight to a VIP suite-plenty of space for what she had in mind.

A few minutes later, the manager had rounded up everyone who'd been on shift that night. The staff lined up, guys and girls both, all sneaking nervous looks at Fiona. Some of them looked genuinely stunned-partly seeing their own boss acting so subservient to her, partly realizing how much power she really had.

"Is everyone here?" Fiona sat back her gaze sweeping the group. She never forgot a face. She pointed at a

manîn the footage and asked, "Who's this?"

The manager leaned in, checked the screen, scanned the staff twice, and came

up empty. He called out, "Johnny! Step forward."

A girl whispered, "Johnny's off today. He didn't come in."

Even the manager couldn't play dumb anymore. "Who's Johnny's supervisor? Go get him here. Now."

Fiona wasn't in any rush. She crossed her legs and waited for them to bring Johnny in. She couldn't be completely sure yet, but odd's were good Johnny was behind this.

"What's up with Johnny?" A couple of curious employees whispered, trying to get the manager's attention.

"If it's not your business, don't ask," he snapped.