At The Lobby

In about thirty minutes, after walking down the noisy and bustling streets, I arrived at Greenville Club. The clubhouse was actually a big and grand looking one. I had never gone  to a club before so I was not familiar with their surroundings and ways.

In my hoodie and pants, I walked up to the main entrance with my suitcase and bag. The security guards who mounted the entrance blocked me from going in. They looked at me from head to toe and shook their heads. 

Of course, my dressing was off.

"I am not here to club, I am here to see Travis Coles." I said to them but they remained stiff, head straight without paying attention to me.

I felt like I was talking to the walls. I hissed angrily and brought out the complimentary card Travis had given me, then I showed it to them. They moved at that moment and then looked at me, then back at the card.

"How did you get this?" One of them asked. "He gave it to me, directly." I replied.

They seemed to believe me and at the same time not, so they put a call through to those inside probably. They must have gotten the approval to let me in because they moved out of my way immediately.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes as I walked in. It was only normal that I felt out of place yeah. But then, I did not care. I did not mind seeing men dressed handsomely and then ladies almost half naked as I walked past the big club room. 

I could hear blaring music from above too and I guessed there were other club rooms on other floors. As I stood there, just staring and looking disgusted by everything I was seeing, someone sneaked up on me.

He looked confused in some way, probably because of the way I was dressed. "I am sorry but I think you have missed your way, ma'am." The guy said and I scrunched my brows.

 "And you are?" I raised my brows.

"I am the manager here in the general club. I saw you coming in looking like...that so I got concerned." 

He was right to have been concerned anyway. Who wears a hoodie and a pair of pants to a club? Without further talk, I waved the card in his face politely. "Do you know who this is?"

His expression said it all. He looked shocked when he saw it and moved closer to me. "Why do you have the boss's card?"

 "I am here to see him. Can you take me to where he is?"

Without objecting any further, he told me to follow him into an elevator and the he pressed the 5th button. We rode in the elevator to the fifth floor which happened to be the last floor.

"This is a VVIP floor and not everyone gets to come in here." The guy said but I remained mute. That was none of my business. I just wanted to see Travis, see if a deal could be made and if not, get out of here.

We eventually got to a door where two guys were standing, guarding. They let me in immediately like they knew I was there, while the manager turned around and left. I went in all alone and apparently, I had just walked into a lobby.

There was another door so I went there and placed my hand on the knob, then pushed the door open. It was as quiet as fuck there. I stepped into a spacious space, an office. 

I looked around for the guy I had seen earlier in the day and I saw him sitting right there at his grand desk. He was on a call but when he saw me, he gestured me to come in. 

On the walls were some paintings of women, different artworks and all of them were linked to just one concept-women. 

 I really prayed he was not a pervert because I could end up pouring out all my anger on him if he was not careful enough.

His office was not bad after all, apart from the paintings on the wall every other thing looked professional. Right on his desk was a glass name plate that indicated his name and position.

 Travis Coles - CEO.

As soon as I got to where he was, I could clearly hear his conversation with the other person on the line. 

"That baby is not mine, Ella, we both know." He said, not even minding my presence. Right from when we met, he seemed like one that was open-minded and did not mind people getting to know about his issues.

I could tell from his manner of approach that morning. 

 "Don't you even dare try to deny this pregnancy." The other lady, who he referred to as Ella replied. The call was loud enough for me to hear from where I was standing.

"You know what? Let's talk later." He said to her and ended the call, then he turned to me with a broad smile. I did not expect that so I was unsure of how to reply. 

"You came?." He pointed out and I felt like rolling my eyes again. Why was he mentioning the obvious?

 "It's late, can we get to the discussion?" I asked and then he offered me a seat, apologizing for not doing that earlier.

"I am the one to employ you but it is you acting like my boss." He pinpointed, looking amused. 

I did not say anything so he adjusted, definitely getting the message that I was here for a serious business.

He was about to start talking but I raised my hand, stopping him.

"Hold on, so that none of us would waste our time, I believe you won't be asking me to be one of those girls and baby mamas? Or tell me to work as a stripper in your club." I asked.

I had tried to think of every possible thing he could ask me to do so I just had to say that beforehand so we would not have issues afterwards.

He burst into an hysterical laughter and I wondered what was funny from my questions. "Don't get ahead of yourself, beauty. I would have considered those but your beauty could be used for something better than that. Besides, you won't be working here, your job is somewhere else." He replied in a polite manner and I stiffened on his response.

Okay...maybe that was a green flag.

"You will be working as a lobby at Greenville resort, Miss or should I say Mrs Mira."

He said that and my jaw dropped. Lobby?