When I arrived at Jamie’s bar, I could tell that Kat wasn’t lying about the bar being understaff for the night. It was close to opening time, but a lot of preparation tasks were still undone. The suit, shirt, and skirt that I had on made it hard for me to move about and speed was of the essence as the deadline of the opening time loomed over us. “You’re finally here! Was the traffic bad or something? It took you much longer than I thought…” Kat complained the moment that she laid eyes on me.She looked me up and down before scrunching her face up at the sight of what I was wearing. Office clothes were clearly not her thing. “What?” I asked. “You look horrible in that. Can you even move properly? Get changed, girl…” Kat said before rolling her eyes at me. She pulled me with her to the back where the staff room and lockers were located. Quickly, she opened her locker and pulled out a little black dress. Thin straps, V-neck, stretchy fabric that would hug the body tightly and a short
“I told you that he’ll turn up,” Kat said before winking at me. I knew well what she was implying but I wasn’t in the mood to pay along. By this time, I was more than certain that Charles had more than a casual interest in me. He was here to see me although beyond chatting to me, he hasn’t made any kind of move. For that, I was relieved and grateful. Needlessly to say, I wasn’t looking for that type of attention from any man right now. “So, what if he did?” I asked with a seemingly clueless shrug. “Stop playing around. I know you’re not that thick,” Kat said knowingly. “It doesn’t matter how often he turns up here to see me, I’m not interested,” I said sternly. “That’s what they always say at first. I won’t blame you if you change your mind about Charles though…” Kat said before smiling teasingly at me. “Who knows…maybe he’s just here because he’s in love with the cook’s food,” I said before laughing the whole thing off. “Maybe you are that thick if that’s what you’re honestly
“Wait! Charles…” I protested in shock as I felt his arm around my body before he started lifting me up into his arms. Effortlessly, Charles lifted me up into his arms and began carrying me princess-style. These big and tall guys with too much strength always just like to do whatever they want, don’t they? “I’ll carry you to the car. Just tell me the way,” Charles said calmly. I let out a long sigh as I shook my head a little to myself. This is nuts. However, it did save me from walking on blistered feet. I felt quite uncomfortable at how effortlessly he could lift me up as if I was lighter than air. I could feel Charles’ strong arms around my body and the hardness of his chest and body against mine. “Thanks…but seriously, you didn’t need to do this…” I thanked him begrudgingly. “It’s nothing. So, which way is your car?” Charles said like it really was nothing. I was starting to wonder if he randomly lifted women with blistered feet into his arms just like this but then I realize
I walked the short walk barefoot from the car to the entrance of the house. Although it was dark the pathway was well lit; however, there was no one around at this time of night. I was sure that there were guards positioned elsewhere though. Walking barefoot felt so much better than wearing heels. I wondered if there’s a first aid kit in my room so that I could fix up the blisters on my feet. That would be amazing…“Where have you been?” A familiar voice asked just when I arrived at the mansion’s entrance. It seemed like whatever luck I had left had just ran out. Why did I have to run into him of all people and now of all times? “Are you my father now or something?” I asked as I faced him after letting out a tired sigh. Reiner came out of the shadows where he had been leaning his back against the wall. I wondered how long he had been waiting here for me and then I didn’t want to know anymore. It annoyed me that this reminded me of the time when he was still my butler. Back then, he
**Three days later**I was lazing around in my room when my phone started ringing. Just like everyone who’s anxiously waiting for the result of their interview through a call, I jumped up and grabbed my phone. I prayed for the best before connecting the line.“Hello. Is this Miss Natalia speaking?” a woman’s voice asked formally. “Yes, it is,” I replied as I continued praying for the best. “Congratulations. I am calling to make an official job offer for your position as one of our managers’ secretaries. I just wanted to share with you the good news. We will send you an official job offer and contract for you to review by email,” the woman said politely. “Thank you. Thank you very much! I will look forward to your email,” I replied enthusiastically. “Please contact us if you have any question regarding the offer. If you decide to accept the job, please schedule a time to drop by the office to sign your job contract,” the woman instructed. “I can be there tomorrow. What time should
“I have no idea what to pick to be honest,” I said, my eyes scanning the endless rows of clothes. “Really? I think there would be a few dresses that would look stunning on you. What about this one? Gold, shiny, and flashy. This one? Hot red…very sexy,” Queen said as she pulled out a couple of dresses. Queen went to the trouble of presenting the top ten dresses of her choice for me. They all looked very impressive, but I honestly thought that it might be too much for celebrating my job offer. Most of the dresses were quite revealing and eye-catching. In the end, I thought that it would be better if she just picked the one that she thought would fit me best. “They’re all lovely. Can you pick one out for me? I’ll where whichever that you choose,” I said, leaving it to her to decide. “Really? Then, I’ll choose this one for you. It should work well in terms of size as well,” Queen said before smiling smugly. Queen held up a rose red sleeveless mini dress decorated with black lace trim
“You have to cut Natalia some slack from now on. The girl just landed a fulltime job!” Queen told Jamie. “Oh, really? Congratulations! Drinks on the house!” Jamie roared. I wasn’t sure if he was drunk or if that was just the way he was when he drank with old friends. The three of us spent time chatting about random things but I found it to be a good way to relax. Since I could tell that Queen was tipsy and still drinking, I held back on drinking. Guess who will have to drive us back? Kat came to our table to serve more drinks that Queen had ordered. I wondered if she would get roaring drunk with the pace that she was drinking but then maybe she has good tolerance for alcohol. “Your man is here…by the way…” Kat whispered into my ear. Charles is here? “He’s not my man…” I quickly corrected. “Yeah…whatever…” Kat teased before walking away. I turned and spotted Charles. Unlike the other nights that he was here, tonight Charles wasn’t here alone. He was with some other guys who wer
I bet her son is popular too but just in a different way. Without looking her way, I heaved a sigh and decided to just focus on the road ahead. When I drove through the mansion’s gates, I prayed that Reiner wasn’t waiting for me. The evening had been more than pleasant, and I enjoyed myself greatly, the last thing that I needed was a lecture from Reiner on how I should pack up and go home. When we arrived back to the mansion, Queen had sobered up somewhat. On top of all the qualities that I already admired her for, alcohol tolerance quickly joined the list. It was a great thing that Queen sobered up during our ride because when we walked to the entrance of the mansion, a very stern-looking Reiner was there waiting for us. To my surprise, he didn’t say anything to me this time. Perhaps it was because I was with Queen. Queen was still tipsy and that presented me with the perfect opportunity to leave her with Reiner so that I could make my swift escape. “She’s a little tipsy so, I’ll