Whispers Turn

“Sherilyn… 

Before he could finish, Sherilyn hung up the phone and decisively blocked him. She tilted her head back, blinking away her frustration. 

Why couldn’t she learn her lesson? Why did she even bother asking for his help? But after tonight, no more! 

He would never understand what she went through every time he turned his back on her. Sherilyn closed her eyes, feeling a tear threaten to escape. 

“Don’t cry, Sherilyn, don’t cry…” 

She would find a way, for Jenna, she had to! 

The Neon Nights Bar was buzzing with life as usual, a beacon of light and laughter in the night. Sherilyn remained the star of the Neon Nights, but ever since that ‘toast‘ incident a few days ago, everyone knew she was Gilbert’s girl. 

So, they admired from a distance, no one daring to make a move on her anymore. But as time went on, it became clear to the regulars. 

Mr. Gilbert didn’t seem too invested in his star attraction. Rumors circulated that his interest in her was just a fleeting fancy, now faded. He hadn’t shown up in ages, had he? 

No flowers, no late–night snacks… all the little things had stopped. They were all veterans of the nightlife; it was clear to them that Sherilyn was being sidelined by Mr. Gilbert. 

And so, once the initial silence passed, others began to take their chances with Sherilyn 

again. 

Tonight, as soon as Sherilyn arrived, the dressing room was filled with flowers. 

“Sherilyn, look at you,” 

Colin walked over, flashing a big grin and gesturing at the room packed with flowers. “Sherilyn, your charm is unmatched. Look at this display…” 

It was almost as impressive as when Gilbert used to show up. 

“Are these from Mr. Smith?” Sherilyn inquired. 

“Yeah,” Colin nodded, smiling, “Mr. Smith has been quite thoughtful towards you.” 

Sherilyn frowned slightly, “What does Mr. Smith want, exactly?” 

“What?” Colin paused, surprised, “You mean…?” 

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She nodded. “I mean does M. Smith want me to join him for a drink, or is there another 

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“Well 

Sherilyn asking so directly took Colin aback 

While it wasn’t unusual for dancers at Neon Nights to hook up with patrons, Sherilyn’s straightforward approach was a rare sight. 

Typically, Colin would be the one conveying the patrons‘ intentions. 

Caught off guard, Colin answered honestly, “Mr. Smith didn’t really spell it out” 

“Okay.” Sherilyn nodded, acknowledging his answer. Then she asked, “Can I see Mr. Smith after tonight’s performance? He went through all this trouble. I’d like to thank him personally” 

“Sure, no problem,* 

Colin was relieved at her initiative. An easygoing employee made things smoother. 

“Shall I arrange it?” 

“Yes, please, Colin. Thank you.” 

“No worries. 

Colin went off to make the arrangements 

inwardly sighing at the thought such a rare 

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flower like Sherilyn possibly falling into Mr. Smith’s hands? 

But then he reasoned, if Sherilyn did end up with Mr. Smith, it would only benefit the Neon Nights… 

After the show, with Colin’s arrangements, Sherilyn, fresh–faced and in a change of clothes, made her way to Mr. Smith’s private room. 

“Mr. Smith.” Colin led Sherilyn in, all smiles. “Sherilyn’s here for you.”