BELLE
I was in the middle of my shift, trying to attend to the customers when my phone began to vibrate in my pocket.
Oh god. Not now.
I pulled out my phone and stared at the screen. It was an unknown number.
“Hello?” I answered the phone, but the loud music blasting in the club made it impossible to hear anything.
“Pass our drink!” One of the customers whined, and I ended the call to attend to him.
The club was unusually wild tonight, packed with a bunch of rich kids celebrating God knows what.
“Here you go,” I forced a smile as I served their table.
“We ex… expect m-more treatment from y-you… this is the vip lounge,” one slurred.
“Do you need anything else?” I asked politely.
“Y-yes… you,” he grinned, and his friends burst into laughter.
Fucking asshole.
I signaled to my c
