Samantha
Balancing the tray properly on my hands, I walked steadily to the private booth, avoiding the happy crowd. Breaking a glass or a bottle isn’t something I plan on doing. Every cent I earn here is of great importance to me.
I’ve been working here for a month, and over the week, I’ve gone from making drinks to serving them. Liam is out to frustrate me. The only time I’ve seen him around here was on my first day, when he ordered me to serve his drink. He didn’t pay any attention to me, probably because he was too busy discussing business with the men occupying the booth with him, or maybe because my presence doesn’t mean s**t to him anymore.
Alanna is the club b***h. I should officially apologize to Pretty for thinking that she’s the b***h. Alanna is another level of evil. I would
