Meeting Mr Zanders

The Zanders empire sextuplets

Aretha's POV 

Chapter 1

I sat in the car while the driver drove back to the gates of the mansion, the tears in my eyes were getting uncontrollable until I burst into tears, remembering the scornful words of my Aunt her daughter Raina.

" You're going to get your life ruined by working in that place," my step, Aunt Ana, said when I brought home my work letter. 

" You're studying on scholarships and you know and if your grades fall one bit, that's the end of college for you." She said again, blowing air onto her paint-painted fingernails. 

I'd been hired to work as a hotel receptionist and help, more like an errand girl, but I didn't mind it. 

I needed to source money for my writing classes and the stipends her husband and she gave to me weren't heading anywhere.

Not that they couldn't afford to pay the complete fee for my classes if they wanted to, they just thought it would be more reasonable to squander their money on boujee dates than to sponsor my classes. 

So I defied all warnings and started working at the coolest place I've ever seen in my life. " Hotel del Luna".

It felt too good to be true working at the hotel, not only was my work time flexible, I could go and come anytime I wanted, the duration of the time I worked would determine how fat my check pay would be, plus the pay was high, if I worked three months like I originally planned to, I could go on the field trip the writing class had arranged, Plus other extra classes. 

I started working on Friday night, 7 am till dawn, I wasn't a night reader so so could work from those hours smoothly.

Work was going great until the head receptionist, walked behind me and told me to head to the bars. 

My eyes flew in surprise, I hated bars with every ounce of breath in me and I did anything I could to avoid it. 

My uncle was a drunkard and whenever he got into his habits, he'd beat me blue-black but I dared not to make a sound. 

They were the only family I had left and any scandalous articles about me would jeopardize my scholarship Chance. 

So I always kept mute about it. At this moment I could either go to the bar and serve until daybreak or decline and lose my job, I gulped in and closed my eyes, heaving a heavy sigh, I nodded affirmative and headed to the bar. 

"She filled me with the necessary information I'd be needing with the personnel that was about to come, apparently he was a big shot and someone I couldn't bear to offend. 

" And I want you to know Aretha, never, I mean do not ever object to whatever he asks you to do, he could buy this hotel a billion times over, and with a flick of his fingers he'd terminate your life if he wants to, so steer clear of any type of mistakes. " 

I wouldn't let my traumatizing memories that had been caused by my uncle follow me to my place of work.

Unlike what I'd expected it to be, the view in from of me was contrary to what I thought. The dazzling lights and intricate wall designs here felt like an artificial heaven. 

I whipped my head around In awe until I caught the sight of a man in the distance. 

Dark blond hair, broad shoulders, black eyes, and a sculpted face in a semi-permanent pensive expression, he walked like the god of ancient art towards me, unstopping and majestically.

I was dead stupefied by the man in front of me, until he called my name.

" Aretha" he called, jolting me out of the trance I fell into. 

" Yes....yes., yes, "I stuttered, whirling my brain to how he'd gotten to know my name until I realized I was wearing a name tag. 

" I suppose you'll be my help, for tonight," he said, his citrus and sandalwood scent brushed my senses, making me wish he'd stay in front of me forever. 

I snapped out of the trance and fell back into and shifted back into my work mode, I was here to work not to fall into a face obsession with a man that I'd probably never be able to match up to his status in thousands of years. 

" Yes sir, I'll be your help for the night," I said motioning with my hands a space reserved for him.

" Mr. Zanders ," a lady in a black short skirt, and a red velvet shirt, walked behind him, her hair looked like it had just been styled and her makeup looked too fresh for a night in a bar. 

He turned to look at her, squinting his eyes in a ridiculous way before he turned back to look at me.

I trotted in front of him, leading him to the reserved space for him.

He settled down and I stood beside him, waiting for his orders when the lady, a secretary at most sat beside him nestling her body closer until he threw her a glance, one hard enough to send shivers down my spine. 

She stopped in her tracks, fiddling with the buttons of her shirt, undoing some before she craned her chest closer.

I retired to a considerable distance, while they both sat in silence until the lady turned to me. 

" Get us a martini and stop standing and staring like an idiot," she said blaring her eyes at me. 

" I'm so..sorr... sorry ma'am," I said and walked away, to get the orders.

I was soon back with the Martini, and the glass in my hands. 

Here is your order ma'am, I said, and bent, to drop them on the table when she stood up and took them from me.

I'll do it myself, she said shushing me of my words and actions while she grabbed the contents from me. 

" You can take your leave," she said, but is stood solid. " I'm here to serve Mr Zanders , so I'm sorry ma'a

m but I cannot leave unless he asks me to, I said back with a curt bow.