CHAPTER 7
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SHIKAINA TURNER POV'S
Having a job that I don't like is the thing I don't want to do and that is being a waitress Because I'm too shy and i don't know how to communicate with other people, that's why I want to be a flight attendant. Apart from the only thing I know is to get on a plane, I just want to go in another country. I'm just a high school graduate so I don't know anything about the job I want to take. All I want is to have a job.
"Miss, one more order." Said the man who had been ordering many times. I don't know if he just took a trip to drink or if I really served him well that he liked.
I smiled at her as an answered and immediately went to the counter to take an order.
"Are you planning to consume our wine now?" Bennett Alvarado jokingly asked me. He is the nicest bartender here at the club. He is a 22 years old and two years younger than me. His behavior is not far from mine, so we get along well.
"That's better so that our manager won't be angry with me."
"Tss, she's always mad at you."
"Yeah, your right! Last week she almost turned my cheek into a tomato." I still caressed my cheek and I still felt the pain.
"It's terrible. It's good that you're fine."
"Of course!... By the way, there was a stupid man in the cr last week, asking me for wipes. The water there must have broken again."
"Where? In cr?" He asked that he also answered. "Cr of girls?"
"No. Cr of boys."
"W-what? You went in there?" He asked in shock.
"Yes, it's just a long story. I'll just start with those." I said that I was referring to the man who ordered and looked down on us.
I immediately took and brought the wine to the three men who ordered.
I was surprised when he suddenly grabbed my arm. "Did I tell you to talk to the boys?"
"H-huh?" I was surprised by what he said.
"You should be the only one talking to me, right?" He stood up to stroke my hair.
"I d-don't know what you're talking about, sir"
"Don't pretend you don't know, baby... I've been coming here for days to talk to you and then I see you talking to someone else?" He forcefully pulled me so that I sat on his leg.
His colleagues laughed so I immediately stood up and was about to leave when he stopped me.
"You stay here first, baby girl." He held my hand and smiled looking at me.
I tried to take my hand away from him but he took it again. "I'm s-sorry sir. I still have work."
"Don't worry, I'll pay you. Just sit beside me." He said and patted his leg.
Is he going crazy? "No, it's okay sir. Just enjoy the drink." I refuse.
"We'll enjoy it if you're here." Drinker no. 2.
"Yes. Sit here now." Drinker no. 3.
"It's a shame you're so beautiful if we can't see them." Drinker no. 1
"I'm really sorry, sir. I'm going to work." I said but the man still didn't want to let go of my hand.
"You work here first." The man said and laughed foolishly. Is he going crazy? Is that the effect of alcohol on him?
"Are you going to sit or are you going to sit with us?" He asked me a question mixed with threats.
I swallowed my saliva!
I don't like what he said!
I clenched my fist and he was planning to punch me when boss Lenox approached me and boldly spoke to the men. The other customers left for fear of being offended.
He is Lenox Keith Rasgo, the boss of our club. He is a 27 yrs old and he has so much money that he doesn't care about his employees, I just don't know now. I guess the wind has changed... I hope so.
"I'm sorry sir, but it's not right for you to tell my employee something."
"So, you're their boss?"
"That's right. So it's better for you to just leave than to do what you want here. I don't have any toy employees, sir!" He said gently that made my heart ache. Every word he said was emphasized so that they could feel what he said more.
He was right! I am not a toy employee, I work honorably so I will not want to be treated with whatever they want.
"She's not my toy, I actually called her my baby girl. I also wanted to say that I'll pay her for the time she spends for me."
The boss grinned. Does he intend to sell me? Tss, I thought he was nice. "Can you handle one million per minute?" I was stunned by his question.
Will the boss give me these? Maybe not!
"O-one m-million?" The men asked in shock.
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