Chapter 5
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*It's been almost two months now since I started working at this bar & hotel. This is not really my first choice but the pay is really good,I mean it pays off more than other jobs I tried out. I think maybe because it is a popular bar for the elites only, that's why they are paying their staff well.
Everyday day clock in by 4:30pm and off by 10pm. Although weekends are different, I clock out by 12pm.
Yeah…I know so late and also very tiring.
"Oops!! 4 O'clock, I better start going".
I applied lip gloss before carrying my small hand bag and left the house.
***Four hours later***
"Emily!!, two Manhattan, one bloody Mary and one martini.Table five!. Matilda Emily's co-worker yelled.
"Okay got it."she answered.
Carrying a tray filled with the orders, she went down to table five.
"F*ck!! this brat and his friends again?"Emily murmured.
'You know what Emily?, walk down there Keep your head down, quietly serve the drinks and Walkout. Simple!He won't notice.' she told herself.
Guess how wrong she was, cause immediately she served the drinks and was about to go , Jason grabbed her arm halting her movement.
Jason Robert is the grandson of the Roberts family, One of the elites of this city. Him and his friends are quite a regular at this bar.
"Come drink with me" Jason said as he pulled her arm making sit on his lap.
Emily tried getting up but couldn't.
"Mr Robert please am busy,if you need a partner I can get one of the girls for you now" Emily said, forcefully tearing his hands off of her.
This is the first time this is happening nor the second time but she always manages to escape.
Jason Robert was not happy with her constant refusal. Other ladies would be very happy with the invitation while some will even scheme their way to get close to him obviously because they always get something in return.
Jason Robert was not happy with her constant refusal so he decided to make things difficult for her. No one has ever rejected him ever. And she has always manages to escape his grasp .
He purposely dropped his drink on the floor, making the glass shatter and the content splashing on his well tailored pants and shoes. His friends were observing everything with a smug look. They all knew where this is going.
Jason Robert looked up at Emily with an evil smirk "oops! you dropped my drink Emily" he said with a low and sinister chuckle.
"Manager!! Where the f*ck is Manager!!? he shouted.
Emily panicked, knowing that this won't end well for her. If the manager comes and Jason Robert tells his own side of the story which is obviously a lie , the manager wanting to please him will believe him, and would let Jason handle the matter the way he wants.
The end result of all this is either she lose her job or do something against her will. Emily not wanting trouble decided to plead even though she did nothing wrong. After all no one will believe her,a poor waitress with no power and background.
"Mr Jason Robert, please am sorry. pardon me" . She cried.
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Meanwhile, Alexander Quinn was in one of the VIP lounge discussing the progress of the hotel and bar as it was one of his private property not under the Quinn's corporation.
Is not like he can't ask for the update to be sent to him.He just want to pay them a surprise visit to keep them on their toes. And also a good opportunity to delay going home.
As they were discussing the data, there was a faint knock on the door. with a wave of his hand the bodyguard who stood at the door opened the door for Mr. Samson's assistant.
"Excuse me sir, sorry to disturb you but there is a commotion downstairs and your presence is needed" the assistant said while bowing down all the while.
Mr Samson looked up at Alexander waiting for his permission.
"Why don't we all go down and see…" Alexander said.
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"Mr. Jason, please I am really sorry.
How about I clean this shoes for you." pleaded Emily .
This is not even her fault in any way.
"I can let this go.…If you drink this glass ." He said.
To others it might seem like just a glass of wine. But Emily knows that its more than that. Knowing his way ,one of his friends might have spiked the drink, cause why else would he easily let this go .
"Mr Jason, why are you making trouble in my bar."
'That voice sounds so familiar'. Emily thought as she looked to the direction it was coming from.
Surprised is an understatement of how she felt that moment. Could this be a mere coincidence or is it truly what she thinks?.