"That lady, was the girlfriend of the owner of this building! How dare you be so careless?"
Madison stood as the chaperone and the manager of her agency berated her.
If there was anything she hated in this world, it was being yelled at.
She was so fragile, so light hearted that even back when she was young, and had still been living with her parents and siblings, any little berating from them, would make her drop down in tears.
Now, as the manager of the establishment where waiters were being recruited chastised her, as if she was but a little girl, Madison just couldn't help the sob that escaped from her lips, as he continued throwing insults at her.
The constant reminder of the cost of the dress, which he kept on repeating, did nothing in alleviating the situation instead it worsened everything.
She was the only one in the office with him, because the waitresses and waiters who had served today at the event had all collected her tip and left her here.
No one had stayed to even console her, or ask about the unusual occurrence between her and the prestigious Damien Daniel's, as she had heard them referring to him as.
Instead, they had murmured at her, some of them throwing jabs and blaming her for being so careless and even the girls she had been with before starting her job, turned against her.
As usual, she was all alone...
Her knees were bandaged roughly with a spare towel she had seen at the bathroom, and she knew she looked like a mess, but still no one took a pity on her.
They never did... The solely reminder of this flashed in her head, and she subtly recalled the elderly woman that had almost come to her rescue, tonight.
Well... after everything that had happened, from leaving the hall after Damien's insolent remark, to crying her hearts out outside, and then looking for where to clean her wounds, Madison was just tired.
She desperately wanted to go back to her cold motel room, cry herself to sleep and forget about all her worries but she knew she couldn't do that, without collecting her tip.
She just couldn't forget about the tip at all, because she needed it badly and so she had come back for it, hoping that the manager would be pitiful enough and maybe give her some additional change to spare but now she was just regretting her decision.
She could have left, and forget about her tip of almost 800 dollars, no way!
"I'm really sorry." She said slowly, wiping away her tears still hoping that the manager would have some atom of pity for her, but instead he gave her a sneer and then a look full of contempt and was it lust...
"You know, you did some damages not just at the hall, or the utensils you broke, but you also soiled the reputation of my recruiting agency, and with this news and scandal traveling wide and far you have to know that it's a big cost to me."
"I'm sorry sir, really sorry." She said again trying to apologize.
"Your apology wouldn't do anything at all. But there's a way you can apologize though..."
The manager stood up from his chair, his gaze unwavering at her as he walked towards her, his gaze darkening and even in the dimly lit office Madison could see him lick his lips with so much contempt and disgust as he approached her.
"No... no..." She muttered as he placed his hands on her bodice, the hem of her shirt with his fingers flickering on her bare chest, and he wandered down to her bosoms.
"Sleep with me tonight, and I will save you not only from the damage you're to cause but we'll also cover the expenses of the dress you spoilt. It's 2000 dollars right?" He asked, his slimy breath fanning her neck and nodding shakily she muttered, "Yes, yes sir."
"And if I don't sle..." She didn't even finish her question when he replied crudely , "If you don't allow me fuck your tiny body, then just get ready to pay for the damages yourself, and have your salary rescinded. No way I'm going to pay you a dime for these you've caused me. Give me your body mamacita, or leave my office and blacklist yourself from my agency.
She was trembling furiously, and she had no idea what to do.
There was no way she would sleep with this man.
No way she would have him touch in the body, that had been sacred for one man only, and no way was she going to turn into a slut just because she needed help.
He even disgusted her.
With his pot belly and mustache, his hands wandering to the hem of her short skirt as she stood frozen, Madison felt like puking her guts out on him but she held herself.
"I won't sleep with you." She said defiant and she felt him remove his hands instantly from her body affording her the luxury of moving backwards, walking slowly towards the door.
"Really? You would pay you know that right?" He said but she just didn't care, as her body hit the door and she quickly unlocked it.
"I will..." She paused stopping as tears fell down her eyes, and she continued saying her last words before leaving the office, "I don't care about the fucking salary, I'll try my best and pay for everything."
Running away from the office, leaving her salary and taking her pride with her, as she sobbed unashamedly down the hallway Madison lost all hope yet again in this cruel world that she lived in.
At least she had given him some words from this brazen tongue of hers, and so she was satisfied a bit, but still yet the realization of what was to come started to dawn on her bit by bit.
With no tip, a hefty 2000 dollar dress waiting to be paid by her, an incoming material lawsuit, and stranded in the city of New York with no dime in her, Madison knew she was done for.
Utterly and thoroughly done for!
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A glass of hot scotch in his hand, Damien paced restlessly in the hotel's suite balcony where he had chosen to spend the night.
A hotel he owned actually.
After dropping a pouting and sulking Katherine's off at her house, and promising to make it up to her soon, consoling her about her dress, he had ordered Alvarez to drive him around town a bit, as he wanted to get some fresh air and maybe free his mind off some things before going back home to sleep, not that he intended on doing that tonight.
The ride had been tense, and Alvarez had driven him around just like he had asked, but his friend and partner hadn't so much as uttered a work to him at all.
It was evident that Alvarez was annoyed, probably because of Madison, and the news already circulating in the media as he was seeing already when he had switched on his phone, but he just didn't care.
He didn't want to talk about her, nor did he not want to think about her, but all through the ride, with Alvarez driving him aimlessly around, Damien just couldn't help his thoughts from wandering back to his time in Birmingham.
In that little street, of Kettlesworth, where Madison had lived with her family in their large gated mansion, and then his street which was just a short walk way from hers.
He remembered the secret hideout, or shortcut route rather where they met almost every day in secret.
He also remembered times in his mechanic shop, their little dates, the passionate cold rainy nights they shared in the oily smelly building as he'd fucked her timelessly and with so much love and vigor.
He remembered how she'd smile at him when he'd crack up some jokes, and how she always made time whatsoever making the effort to spend some time with him in his home.
His home, where his mother Grace and his sister Layla always welcomed and adored her with open arms.
Again he remembered those days in his bedroom when he'd spent most of the most blissful and happiest moments of his life, with her in his arms talking about the future and how they would be together forever.
All through the car ride, he had thought about all this and many more, with tears burning at the back of his eyes at the reminder of her betrayal and the horrible things her father had done to him and his family, and as those memories descended, he had given Alvarez the order to drive him to one of his hotels and not his home at all.
He didn't want to go home, as he had no one waiting for him in the stark cold and empty mansion safe for his maids and guards, and even though he had them around, he still felt that should he go home he would be plunged with so many memories of Madison which he didn't want at all.
He needed a change of scenery, maybe it would help.
Well, giving him a curt yes in response, Alvarez has did as told and now he was in one of his suites, drinking into the night, his eyes void of sleep as he started to think bitterly.
Fuck! He didn't want to think about her, but still yet was it his fault that she was the only thing on his mind tonight.
Probably because he had seen her, and then the waning question of what she had been doing as a waitress tonight.
Was her father no longer a rich politician, or...
Or what? He wondered a smirk curling up his lips
This alcohol was making his heart strong, his features darkening and all he could think about was how he would make her and her family pay for everything they did to him.
As for his harsh treatment, the one he had meted out to her back at the event, he felt bad a bit, but compared to what she did to him, it felt as if he had done nothing.
He needed to do more, and yes he was going to show her hell, and this was just the start! He thought bitterly, spitting out!
Walking inside his suite and straight to the nearby alcohol bar, he poured himself another cup full of scotch and instantly downed the drink bitterly all in one go, his jaw gritting bitterly.
Tommorow, he would begin his investigations surely!
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