ROSLYN'S POV :
This bald, chunky, frustrated faced person with an expensive chain around his neck, standing in front of me is my rude manager. He stood there with his arms crossed and face that showed he's about to scream at me in his strident tone of voice.
He inhaled to talk shit just when I began,
"I'm sorry boss, I was late because I had some important work back at my home also I was struck in a huge traffic that would have taken ages to come out from but I managed to make my way out in just ten minutes. " I described, half of it being the truth and half of it being the work of my imagination.
I thought of marching out of the room without waiting for him to reply. By the time I was almost near the door, he spoke,
"Roslyn Pearl Reed, I'm so done with you. If you don't be serious regarding this, it won't take me more than a second to kick you out." he warned. This is probably the hundredth time he's saying this.
"Boss, I know I'm late but chatting over it won't make anything change, in fact it'll waste our time. " I responded. He huffed and puffed for a bit but not long after, came back to his normal state. I casually turned around thinking to go back at my work when he spoke once again. I swear if it's another lecture, I'll hold a debate session against him tonight.
"Roslyn, you'll take care of the private lounge today. We have some very special guests and most important of all, the owner of this nightclub. Make sure they're comfortable and do as they say. "
What??!!!! I'll be serving there!!!!
"Boss, I'm not going there. I'm sorry. " I denied, bringing back his frustrated look.
"I'm your boss. Now go. You'll get extra payment for this. " he assured. Without waiting for me to answer him, he left, stomping his feet on the ground. I hate private lounge. All those creepy people who look at you not like a human but like a meal. There stares are not just intimidating but are also, dirty and disrespectful and God knows what else they do there.
According to their dumb theory, if a woman is showing her skin, it's meant to be devoured. This is the biggest reason I hate my manager. He thinks, showing off yourself brings hella good tips. I highly recommend him to wear these clothes, maybe his fat thighs will bring more money.
Agitated and nervous, I strolled around in that empty room to calm down my nerves. I've never been to that part of the club. Also, I've heard things that do not point at anything good. But I can't hide here forever and I won't hide, after all, my uncle raised no quitter.
I walked out, reaching for the bar where stood my best friend since we were in diapers.
"Yoo... Girl, this evening is on fire. People are getting all wasted. "
This is Natalie Campbell (Pronunciation: Nat - Lee), my bestie or I must say my partner in crime. She has beautiful chocolate dark skin, wavy 3c waist length brown hairs with beautiful full lips and curvy figure, competing with any model in the industry. She was vibing behind the counter, preparing the drinks to be served.
"That fat sausage was so fucking red out of anger. I wonder if he's alive or did explode 'cause of it. " she asked, casually leaning on the counter with her natural grin.
"I'm so done with him. He keeps appointing me things that I don't like doing. Last time he told me to be the personal Waitress for those senior college students and now he wants me to serve the private lounge. " I spat out all my frustration.
"You can beat his old ass if anyone touches you out there or I'll do it for ya." she stated, courageously.
"Yea girl, I'll handle them. Gimme them drinks. " I primped, pumping in courage while she handed me the glasses with an all the best. All other waitresses like to serve the private lounge because ' people there are smoking hot and rich', but an alien like me would highly appreciate ignorance with regards. These old creeps think if they have money, they can do whatever they want. NO.
My eyes wandered around in the peace and silence filled gallery as I walked inside. This area is for important people and hence it's silent with only voices of men laughing and music playing on which strippers gave them a show.
But before I move on, I'll have to do something. Natalie and I bought a masquerade mask for such situations. This does nothing but makes me quite comfortable that they can't discover my whole face. Not that it changes anything.
I placed the tray over the flowerpot stand and took out the black and white mask to put it over my upper face area. Adjusting my skirt, I walked inside the room where I was asked to.
A sudden wave of uncomfort rose when I entered in. It wasn't like I planned; every single eye was on me. As if I walked in while they were inventing time machine or something. I took a quick flick of everyone who was sitting there.
Don't worry Roslyn, these people are just looking at you, nothing more. Whom I'm trying to console? By their ugly ass reactions, I can tell they're definitely eye fucking me.
Standing here like statue of liberty is not going to help. I advanced in, trying to avoid all possible contacts with them. Music was loud and strippers were doing there job nicely with few other girls there for serving them whatever they ask for. And when I say whatever, I mean 'whatever'.
I extended the tray towards the first man sitting, covered in riches and showing off a little too much. He picked up his drink, shifting on his position with his cup. "Wow..."he grinned in his gruff voice. I looked over at that lady, sitting next to him, almost flashing her nipples on his face, giving me an Envious look.
Why would you even envy me?
I moved on to the next man who peeked a little to take a look at my face and then smirked holding his glass, extending his greedy gaze over to my body.
"This night is getting much and much better." one of them commented but I didn't bother to pay attention. They don't deserve it.
When I served all of them, I found a glass left. Also a seat was empty, maybe someone didn't come. I made my mind to leave this place happily for I didn't make any mistake, just when the door opened and was occupied by five to six bodyguards whom I saw earlier. They held the door for someone to enter. Everyone in the room was focused as silence occupied the area, making sound of clear footsteps audible.
My eyes fell on the man who entered in while rolling the sleeves of his white, precious shirt with three buttons undone from the top, revealing an eyeful view of his muscular, broad, inked chest.
His dressings spoke he was billionaire but his tattoos had a different story to tell. Every part that was visible out of his shirt, whether his hand or neck, had tattooed designs on it. The way he walked in, showed how much power he might hold as everyone stood up for him.
And that was when my eyes fell on his face. If there's a word that can describe something more perfect than a Greek god, I'll say it's him. His voluminous dark brown hairs slicked back while his dark green eyes, most mysterious I ever saw, were all adding up to his perfection. His light red lips and sharp jawline were like finishing touches God gave him in a reward. His muscular curves could be traced from over his shirt that clinged on his body for specially this purpose.
He didn't even bother to acknowledge anyone in the room and just took the empty seat right in the middle of all. They all sat after him. He was instantly surrounded by girls, throwing themselves at him. His expressionless face didn't seem to show any emotion while scanning whole room.
"Knight... We're so glad you are here. We wer_" the man sealed his mouth when that mysterious yet handsome man raised his hand as sign for him to shut up.
I landed back in this world and realized I have to serve him his drink. I entered inside again where all those creeps were sitting. I could feel that mysterious yet handsome man's eyes were on me and for some reason,it was strangest of all, as it showed no emotion. It seemed like he was studying me. I managed to get passed few of them but when I was about to bend down slightly, I felt someone grabbed my thighs, lifting my skirt. My heart raced with discomfort.
He didn't seem to understand the fact that I don't like it.
This is it.
Before I could serve that mysterious yet handsome man his glass, anger and fear took over me. I waved the tray, smacking it right on that creep's head with as much force as I could apply. The tray slipped down my hand and glass spilled the drink over him, falling down and breaking into pieces on the marble flooring.
All eyes widened, including mine. He cried in pain, instantly standing up. I shifted back and one by one all of them stood, reaching him. That creep grabbed my arm, squeezing it tightly.
"You fucking bitch, I'll show you your place. " he growled at me taking out his gun that made me jump in fright. I pinched, scratched but nothing worked. His grip is too tight. Nobody out of them seemed like helping me. They all were enjoying this as if it's their daily work.
"Leave me... " I struggled to escape him; my eyes already moist because of his tight grip and the gun pointed on my head.
He placed his finger on the trigger and I closed my eyes, accepting my end, waiting for the bullet to pass through me. But all of a sudden, his grip loosened. I opened my eyes to see him palpitating, keeping his gun back inside the case.
All sights were fixed behind me. I was too scared at this moment to do anything. I turned around slightly and found that mysterious yet handsome man standing right behind me but this time with a look of anger in his eyes. I didn't think rationally; running out seemed like last option I had.
My inner self felt like demolished, crying and hurting while I ran away from that place, taking off the mask. My eyes were blurred with tears.
As a girl, I grew up with respect and manners in my family. I was always taught that I'm strong and nothing less than anyone else. But today, when my life was threatened in front of so many people, I felt helpless and scared. If it wasn't for him, I would be dead and everyone else would be enjoying it as they were doing that time.
My breath was hitching, felt like it was struck deep somewhere. Somehow, I was able get back inside the worker's room; still empty with no one in it. I collapsed down on the floor, my legs and hands still shaking in fear. My arm had imprints of his fingers that was turning red gradually. The scenario with that man and that gun in his hand, in my head, threatened my mind and soul.
I wiped my tears off but they weren't daring to stop. I took in deep breaths to calm down. It's okay Roslyn. You fought for yourself, you did what was in your hand, I convinced myself.
I'm well aware my eyes must be all red by now. They sting like needles. I wiped the traces of my tears and stood up. If I cry, how will I say, my uncle raised a strong girl? It wasn't my fault. He is the one who should cry, not me.
I took small steps out of the room, searching for Mr. Manager when a strong grip dragged me with it. I focused on who it was. Natalie; she took me aside in a corner, away from the crowd.
"Roz, why did run away from there? You okay girl? " she leaned and found my puffed, red eyes. I hugged here immediately; I was longing for it.
"Nat, they - they tried to kill me. " I sobbed. "One of them pulled out his gun on me when I denied him. "
"This is enough. Roz, let's go, we're talking to our motherfucking manager and if needed, we'll break few bones. " she grinded her teeth in anger. Letting out a deep sigh, she hugged me.
"It's okay Boo. I know you're scared. I feel like boiling them in water and feed them to sharks. "she added.
"Let's go, we'll have to talk to our manager. " I managed to bring in some courage.
I'm very well aware of his response. I'm not the first girl who was threatened to death here. Every time it happens, he never bothers to care about it. But if it won't change, I won't dump this matter so easily.
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