Chapter Four
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Daisy stared at the huge building. The size of the place matched her anxiety at the moment.
She didn't realize how long she had been staring until someone started pulling her along.
"Crystal, slow down!" Daisy said as her friend dragged her into the clubhouse.
Crystal looked at Daisy, exasperated. "If I don't drag you, you realize you won't enter, right? You've been standing there for the past ten minutes. The manager will send us away if we arrive late," she scolded.
Daisy knew she was overreacting, but could anyone blame her? These kinds of places scared her; her grandma would have her head if she knew Daisy came to work there.
Another old face flashed in Daisy's mind. From what she had observed this afternoon, they would both probably kick her shin.
But the thought of her grandmother sobered her. She needed the money, and her grandmother's health and survival were more important than any fear or anxiety.
She straightened her shoulders. "Okay, let's go in," she said, determined.
Crystal smiled. "That's good of you. Come on," Crystal said, stretching her hand forward like Superman. Daisy laughed and looked around the club.
It was bright and dark at the same time, if there was ever such a description. Tiny lights illuminated the whole place, but it was still dark. She could see a second floor where people were seated.
There seemed to be another section that was sealed off. Daisy saw some people enter while mean-looking men guarded the door.
"The place was probably special," she thought. She would keep it in mind to stay away from there.
"Hey Matt, we're here," said Crystal as they approached a man in a waiter uniform.
"Why are you so late? I told you specifically to be early," he said angrily. The man scared Daisy; he gave her a bad vibe. She had better stay away from him.
"We're sorry, we got lost," Crystal said pleadingly. "We promise to work well, okay?" Crystal said, leaving Daisy's hand and grabbing Matt's hands.
Matt's features relaxed; he had calmed down. Crystal had a charm that made people warm up to her quickly.
"Whatever, just go change. You will serve here on the first floor, and your friend will serve on the second floor," he said finally.
They were being separated? Daisy looked at Crystal with a desperate look on her face, trying to hold on to Crystal for dear life, but Crystal just patted Daisy's back in a "you're going to be fine" way and removed her hands.
Daisy looked around again and saw some guards taking a man out. The man seemed drunk, but on closer inspection, he also looked like he had passed out. Daisy couldn't be sure, but she was sure of one thing: she did not like this place.
...
They changed into the waitress uniforms and started serving. Daisy calmed down as she fell into the routine of the job; it wasn't that difficult.
"Hey Daisy, right? Matt said we should go and assist in the VIP area," her fellow waiter said, a young girl with blonde hair. Daisy smiled and nodded, following the girl.
The girl looked back at Daisy and whispered to her, "Be extra careful in there. That place is full of all kinds of men, and anything that happens in the club stays in the club, so try not to draw attention to yourself," the girl warned.
Daisy felt the anxiousness return, but she nodded her head.
"Thank you for telling me, but why?" Daisy asked.
The girl looked confused. "Why what?" she asked.
"Why are you warning me?" Daisy asked.
The girl smiled. "Because you're pretty, and it's possible you might draw attention. Besides, I can tell it's your first time in a place like this. You look like someone will pounce on you any time," the girl said with a grin on her face.
Was she that obvious? She thought she had calmed down. Daisy shook the thoughts away; she needed to focus.
"Thank you—"
"Selena. My name is Selena," the girl responded to Daisy's unasked question.
Daisy nodded. "Thank you, Selena. I appreciate the warning."
That ended the conversation as they entered the VIP area and began to serve.
...
Raymond would kill someone soon; it was just a matter of minutes.
"You should have seen that ass, men! I wanted to slap it but—"
Raymond tuned out of the conversation as the men around him discussed the women they had s*x with instead of the matter at hand.
He knew one of the people here had tried to kill him this evening on the way to the club. The truck had been set to run them over; his assistant's smart driving skills had saved them, the truck missing them by just inches.
The car had swerved off the road, but no serious damage had been done.
He looked at everyone at the table. They all seemed like innocent-looking rich guys, but they all had shady dealings. He had his as well, and while anyone could easily mistake them as friends, their relationship was more complicated. What he knew for sure was that someone at this table or connected to the people at the table wanted him dead.
As Raymond considered who had the motive, he saw a woman serve a drink in front of him.
He paused. She looked strangely familiar. Raymond observed her closely as he tried to remember where he might have seen that long brown hair before.
Nothing had come to mind, but it suddenly struck him.
She was the weird girl with his grandmother. Why was she there? Whatever her reason, it was none of his business. He looked away and took a sip of his drink, laying his head back on the chair. He tried to relax when a sudden pain gripped him.
His hand flew to his chest; he could feel an unnatural heat in his body. As he tried to reason out what the problem could be, he started to feel dizzy.
"Hey guy, what's up? You're drunk already?" The guy seated next to him said in disbelief as Raymond grabbed his head. "I can't believe the most powerful man in town is a lightweight."
Even though he felt like his organs were on fire, he managed a smile at the man. If anyone noticed he wasn't well, the same man that smiled at him would take the opportunity to end his life. They played a dangerous game, and Raymond was used to it.
"I must have drunk too much," Raymond managed to say. "I should go home now. You guys enjoy the party," he said as his assistant rushed to help him out.
"Oh, alright then," another guy said. "We'll finalize the deal later."
Moving away from the noise, Raymond grabbed his assistant urgently.
"Find me a woman now!" Raymond shouted, confusing his assistant. Is the boss okay? The assistant thought, he can barely stand straight and he wants to have s*x now? I know it can hit a man anytime, but still...
"Are you deaf?" Raymond yelled, snapping the assistant out of his thoughts.
"I've been poisoned," he continued, groaning in pain. "I know what this drug is. If I don't have s*x within an hour of intake, I'll start bleeding out due to the heat."
The assistant paled in shock, starting to panic. Oh no! What kind of poison is that? A woman? The assistant was visibly shaken, but Raymond didn't have time for that.
"I don't know how long I've had it; I don't have time," Raymond said, pain visible on his face. He could barely stand anymore.
"I need a woman; s*x will reduce the effect and use the heat instead of letting it kill me. Go, find someone, pay them if you have to."
Raymond pushed the assistant away and stumbled toward a door bolted from the outside.
It must be empty, he thought. He would go inside and rest until his assistant found someone. As he entered, he was hit with a feminine perfume, his body extra sensitive due to the drug.
He saw a girl sitting on the floor, staring at him in horror. He knew this girl; he had seen her twice already today. What was she doing here?
As the girl stood up and tried to bolt out of the room, Raymond's predicament dawned on him, and he pulled her back as she struggled.
"Let me go!" she shouted, crying. "Please let me go!" she begged, struggling with him. Raymond hated manhandling a woman, but he had no choice. "I'm sorry," he said lowly. "I'm very sorry, but I need your help."
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