Diner nights, Billionaire regrets

Mila sat composed in the train as she road through the city. The only thoughts trembling through her mind was thinking how far she came since high school. Mila made it to her dream university. She applied to the faculty of dance. She always loved dancing since the age of two. Her only problem is... She's unable to keep up with her education finances. "Miss Brooks? You are aware that you are not able to complete your studies at this institution if you are not able to find a financial aid for your studies?" The Dean reminded her abruptly. "Yes, Ms Watkins. I'm working on it. Please just give me a week to figure things out." Mila pleaded. "Mila, I cannot excuse you any longer. It's been three months since a payment was last made. I'm giving you one week to find a job, and if you not able to, we'll to have deregister you." Ms Watkins said. Mila's heart started to beat faster; her eyes became teary, and her cheeks began to fluster of embarrassment. "Yes, Ms Watkins. I'll try my best." Mila walked out of the Deans office with so much mixed emotions. Not knowing where to begin with finding a job. She sat down at the canteen drinking a strong cup of coffee, wondering what to do. She then got up and walked to the counter. "Excuse me, are you guys hiring perhaps?" she asked politely while fighting back the tears. "No. Sorry," the guy said and then turned his back on her. The rejection felt like a heart attack. She couldn't handle the feeling and decided to skip the rest of her classes for the day. She went back down to the station and waited for the train. Maybe I should just sit here and beg like this old man. Or, maybe, I should just become a prostitute, she thought to herself. The voices grew louder and louder in her head. She headed to Morroco City. There was so many buildings; so many people. The first store she came across was a clothing boutique. She thought to herself working as a fashion retail girly wasn't for her. Telling people how to dress, or if an outfit look good on them was not her in her category. She'd get furious or irritated. Especially by rich folks. What about the club? Mila strongly thought that working in the club would be such a vibe, until she entered. At the entrance to the club two men stood outside. Both of them were big built with tattoos all over there arms and necks. They were the bounces, obviously. They were bald and dressed in black with dark shades on. "Can we see some ID?" the one bouncer said sternly. "Uh...yes. Here you go, " Mila handed her ID. "What business do you have inside here? It's only 3 pm, " the other bouncer asked. "Well... Er...I'm looking for a job. That's all," Mila nervously responded. The bounces turned to each other, then turned back to Mila and nodded their heads. They stepped aside and allowed her to go in. "Oh my God." Mila blurted out. It was Mila's first time in a club and this was not what she was expecting. There's a** and t*ts everywhere. The women were dancing on a pole in lingerie. Some of them barely having any lingerie on. Mila took a deep breath in and out. She then walked over to the bartender. "Excuse me, do you have any vacancies open?" Mila spoke loudly as the music was to over powering. "Do you know how to make a cocktail?" the bartender laughed as he shook the flask in his hand. "No," she replied. "Well, sweety then the only job available to you would be the pole. We have a vacancy for that role," The bartender said sarcastically. Mila chuckled with disappointement gurgling in her throat. She looked around in the club and saw gentlemen smoking cigars. There were seven of them, dressed up in suits. The first gentlemen looked old, he inhaled his cigar and would cough after every puff. The second gentlemen drank his shot of whiskey and looked angry. The third gentlemen had his cigar in his hand, but never smoked it-it was never lit. The fourth gentlemen looked so young. He was rearranging files. He looked so serious, but dashingly-sexy at the same time. The fifth gentleman, kept scrolling on his phone and smoking his cigar. The sixth gentleman, looked uninterested in anything that's going on, and the seventh gentleman's eyes were locked on the strippers breast. Gentlemen number four stood up. He was so tall. He hand on a white shirt, black pants, and he hand a gun strapped to his hip. He had a chiseled jawline and pouty lips. He placed his files on the table and headed to the bathroom. "Ay, Zuko! Don't forget to add Marissa as a beneficiary," Gentlemen number two said. "I will do so, Pops." gentlemen number four responded. This looks like serious business. I need to get out of here. Before s**t goes down. As Mila made her way to the exit she accidently bumped into gentlemen number four. "Ayy, watch where you going," he said, looking annoyed. "Sorry, I didn't see you," Mila tugged her bag, discreetly. "What you doing here? The club isn't open yet?" he said. "I know, I was just looking for a job," Mila said, nervously. "You a dancer? You dont look like a dancer in those pantyhose, and bathing suit, and knee-high socks," Zuko said, as he stared up and down at Mila. "I am a dancer, just not that type of dancer. I have to get going," Mila said hastily. Before he could get another word in, Mila gathered herself and walked out the club. Mila had so much doubt in her heart, she started to give up. She walked through the town hoping for a divine intervention. Thirty minutes later she came across a diner. She read the sign outside: 'help needed.' This is it! Mila walked in and headed straight to the manager. "Hi, I read the sign, you looking for help. I'm available,"Mila said with the biggest smile. "Who are you and what's your name, sweetheart?" The manager said. "I'm Mila-and I'm a student who is struggling to pay my study fees- and I'm looking for a part-time job?" Mila said in one breath. "I'm Mary, but everyone calls me Mother," Mary said, bluntly. "follow me." Mila followed Mary around the diner. Mary was a short 70 year old women. She had short blond curls, red lips, red nails that were 2 inches long. Her uniform was a school girl dress with white and pink stripes and a apron wrapped around her chubby waist. "This is your locker-this is the canteen-you allowed one free meal a day-you get to keep all the tips given to you by customers - this is James, bullet, Stephanie and Lana...and this is your uniform." Mary said. Mila looked at Mary in disbelief. "What you waiting for? Go change. Your shift starts now." "Uh... Thank you," Mila changed into her uniform. She stared at herself in the mirror. She couldnt believe this is happening. She pulled down her dress as it sat high above her knees, her bum almost showing. "You got this. You can do this," Mila gave herself a pep talk before heading to the kitchen. "Er... Mary... I think I need a bigger size dress." "Whats wrong with your dress?" Mary asked, looking puzzled at Mila. "Can't you see? My behind is almost showing out." Mary giggled at Mila and flicked her hand as she walked away. "Don't worry about it. It'll pay off," Stephanie said as she rubbed her finger tips together, signing the symbol for money.