Chapter 3
352 Words
“Took you f*****g long" he sneers
“Sorry. I had to step out for a bit i..."
“I don't give two shits about your defect, get your s**t together we got some top regulars coming, I'm gonna have to extend your shift till 2am, i don't want any mistakes" his eyes rakes my body in disgust and somehow it makes me relax because i prefer that look to the ones i get from his regulars.
“Till morning?" I asked shocked.
Any issue? he asked
Shit. I had plans with Sam and i didn't think i could survive staying up all night serving but of course i couldn't say that out loud.
“No. None Ben"
He stares at me for a while before snorting
“What do i get for f*****g a w***e? A defective piece of s**t"
He brushes pass me and makes his way to his office leaving me in the hall way to compose myself because he was right. Totally right.
I send a quick text to Sam explaining the situation praying she understands, its not like I've told her why i still work here despite the treatment and the shitty pay.
The bar fills up slowly and by 6pm its in full swing, I'm flying from one direction to the other behind the bar counter as well as delivering drinks to the VIP level. By the time i get to catch my breath the back of my shirt is wet with sweat, i wipe my forehead with the back of my hand.
“Extra busy today huh"
I glance at Jonny who is worse than me, his shirt is wet as hell. I glance around and when i see Ben isn't anywhere within sight i sigh in relief.
“Yeah. Jonny go change up I'll handle the orders"
“Really? You look like you're about crumble anytime"
“Go. I'll be fine. Really"
“Thanks you're a gem" he pats my head as he leaves
I nod as i approach the ladies on the left getting their orders and getting to working making their drinks.
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