Chapter 4: Lost Job
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Carolina's POV
By the time Lucy and I arrived at the second floor, she quickly dragged me to the boutique.
A female attendant stood by and welcomed us with a smile. Lucy showed the attendant her VIP card, and she allowed us entry to browse through the collection of female dresses.
When Lucy picked out a stunning red minidress that was too short and too exposing, she handed it over to me, and I gasped, "What's this?"
I swiftly rejected the dress and complained, "I cannot put this on."
Lucy laughed and asked, "What's wrong with you, Carolina? You have to wear something revealing. So hurry up." She quickly threw the red dress at me. I held it out with irritation, contemplating whether to wear it.
"Lucy, are you going to pay for this red dress? I do not have the money to pay for it, and I am already owing you," I reminded her as I held the dress carefully so it wouldn't tear.
"Go and change your clothes. You work here now, and the cost of this red dress will be deducted from your monthly paycheck," Lucy said. I looked at her face in surprise.
"Lucy, I haven't even earned money yet, and I don't know how much I will be paid. You are incurring debt for me," I told her, wanting to reject the dress.
She asked, "Carolina, do you want to use the exit door? It's either you put this red dress on or you leave this club. Mr. Karen Walker isn't as merciful as you think. He prioritizes looking good to make male clients happy and feel at home. So hurry up."
Looking at Lucy's stern face, I gulped back my protest and went into the fitting room to change out of my old clothes. As I wore the new red dress, it hugged my slender figure, accentuating my shape and revealing my cleavage.
"Oh no! Why do I have to wear this? I am not comfortable wearing this revealing dress," I muttered in the fitting room.
But recalling my mother's blunt words that I shouldn't come back home again, I knew I had no other choice than to do what Lucy suggested.
Taking one final look at my alluring self in the mirror, I exhaled heavily before walking out of the fitting room, holding my old handbag that I had stuffed my clothes and phone inside.
"Now you look attractive. Let's go," Lucy said, quickly dragging me away and leading me back to the first floor of the club.
Tensely, I walked out of the elevator with Lucy, and she led me back to meet Mr. Karen.
"Excuse me, Boss. Here's my friend, Joy," Lucy said. We saw her boss discussing with another VIP client.
Mr. Karen looked at me in surprise. His eyes widened in shock as his gaze settled on my chest, and he nodded.
"It's fine. Show her how to entertain the men. I will see you both later," Mr. Karen quickly dismissed us. I felt nervous about what he meant by entertain the men.
Lucy led me away to the exclusive bar tables and asked the man seated there, "Hello, excuse me, sir. What would you like to order for tonight?"
I saw other waitresses serving drinks and appearing cheerful. However, my gaze shifted to the patron Lucy and I were meant to attend to. The man was handsome, exuding an air of wealth. He shifted his gaze away from his phone and peered at Lucy first, before his eyes lazily shifted to me. His pupils widened in shock like Mr. Karen's had, and he sat up properly to face me. I blamed myself for having a huge bust.
"Hi, miss. Can I get to know more about you?" the young man asked, clearly ignoring Lucy. I shook my head and looked at Lucy for help.
"I'm sorry, sir. My friend is new here, and she cannot be at your service tonight. Kindly let me know your order?" Lucy asked, taking over.
But the man's eyes narrowed at Lucy, and I didn't expect him to cause a scene as he stood up and said, "If you do not allow her to serve me, then I am out of here!"
"What?" My jaw dropped, seeing the man point at me.
Mr. Karen hastily hurried over and stopped at the man's table.
"Excuse me, sir. You do not have to get annoyed with my girls. What do you want them to do for you?" Mr. Karen asked, his voice gentle as he peered at the angry client, who calmed and looked at us.
A sly smile curled up his lips as he said, "I want her to serve me tonight. I am willing to have her tonight. I will pay 1 million. What do you say?" The young rich man asked Mr. Karen, and my jaw dropped in shock.
"What? I am not for sale!" I said even before Mr. Karen could find words to reply.
"You bìtch! If you are not for sale, then why are you dressed like one?" the man replied, his voice cold, and my eyes welled up with tears.
Knowing I had graduated with first class brought tears to my eyes. Only that finding a job was hard. The city was full of millions of people, even this magnificent club.
Mr. Karen hastily chimed in, "Calm down, sir. My girl is new, and this is her first time working with us." He tried explaining to the arrogant client, who shook his head.
I hadn't expected my first client tonight to be a rude man.
'What if he is a mafia?' I pondered as a wave of uneasiness washed over me.
"It's not like she is a virgin?" the man said as his gaze met mine. "I will pay 1.2 million. What do you say?" He raised the price, clearly determined to have me.
Mr. Karen shifted his gaze to my face and asked, "What do you say, Joy?"
"What? I refuse!" I snapped, as I could not follow this ruthless man. What if he kills me on the way? No way. I cannot.
"Hmmm… Then I am out of here!" The man walked away from the table. The loud sound of music in the club prevented the other patrons from realizing what had just happened.
I frowned. I hadn't expected the man to be bad luck. Thankfully, Mr. Karen didn't try to call the arrogant client back, but the atmosphere thickened as Mr. Karen looked at me and said, "You're fired."
"What? You cannot fire me, sir. Please, give me a second chance," I begged, following Mr. Karen while Lucy looked at me pitifully.
"Do not follow me, young woman. This is a five-star club, and if you cannot work for the money, then take your leave now," Mr. Karen pointed at the exit door, but I refused.
"No, sir. Please don't fire me. That man was too scary, and I was afraid of going with him. It's not like I wouldn't have agreed if he was nicer," I said, my voice choked with sobs, but Mr. Karen shook his head firmly.
"No. You are too beautiful for this job, and another patron will desire to have you. Kindly find another work to do. Please, take your leave before I call the security men to bounce you out," Mr. Karen ordered, his voice firm. I lowered my head in embarrassment, knowing that pleading with him was a waste.
Turning to face my best friend, I said to her, "I am sorry, Lucy."
"It's fine, Caro," Lucy mumbled sadly, and I turned to walk back to the elevator to retrieve my brown bag and change out of this revealing red dress.
However, Mr. Karen's voice stopped me before I could enter the elevator. "Hey! Where do you think you're going to? Get out of here!"
I stilled and turned to look back at him.
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