BB.001 (revisi)
1120 Words
New York City, one of the busiest cities in America. A city with all its routines without knowing the time.
In fact, not a few people made the night a time for activity, whether it was for work or just having fun.
Just like now, even though it was almost early morning, it did not dampen new people's enthusiasm about starting their activities.
It wasn't a surprise because not a few of them made the night their daily routine.
What about Jean? She was the same as them. She turned night into day and day into day. It made no difference to her because day and night, she had to do activities such as working for a living in a metropolitan city.
During the day, Jean worked at a cafe, and at night, she worked at a nightclub.
"Jean, deliver this drink to the VIP room, now." Cheryl gave an order, one of Jean's co-workers.
What distinguished Jean from all her co-workers was that Jean's job was only to deliver and mixed drinks. Meanwhile, Jean's friends not only served drinks and delivered them but served whatever VIP guests asked for, including plus-plus services.
Jean frowned. It was very unusual for Cheryl to ask her to deliver drinks for VIP guests.
Usually, Cheryl was the most excited one when VIP guests asked for something.
Jean thought in amazement.
The waiter, of course, was very enthusiastic about VIP guests. In addition to their great tips, Jean's friends were happy to serve VIP guests from the upper class who were sure to pay fantastic fees to satisfy their desires.
However, it didn't apply for Jean. She was too lazy to deliver drinks to VIP guests because she thought that their attitude was much lower despite the fact that they were from the upper class. They only took advantage of their position to get satisfaction.
"Are you serious asking me to deliver this to the VIP guests?" Said Jean, confirming.
Cheryl nodded in response.
"Why? You don't want to?" She asked.
"Nope, usually you're the most enthusiastic one about serving them. So it's strange that you refused and asked me instead to deliver this." Jean held up two super expensive wines in her hands.
Cheryl shrugged.
"Just being lazy." She answered.
"Okay, I'll take them."
Jean then walked with heavy steps towards the room for VIP guests, a room that could only be reached by the higher-ups.
Jean brought a bottle of Champagne and a bottle of Red wine at an exorbitant price. It might also be the price for a few months of her salary here.
Occasionally, Jean recited a prayer hoping not to be treated indecently by them.
The memory of when one of the VIP guests asked Jean to accompany him to warm his bed made Jean give up serving VIP guests. let alone warming his bed, she even never dated anyone.
Jean was so busy at work that she had no time for dating. Her fellow friends even called her an endangered animal. At the age who has entered the legal label to have sex, how could she still keep it tight?
And indeed, it was a rare thing today, especially in a big city like New York. Sex was a common thing to do. Again, not for Jean.
Jean sighed before entering the room in front of the large door in a classic yet elegant style.
"God, I hope that trash guy doesn't behave indecently to me." She chirped before finally entering the room.
There were five men still in nest suits sitting with each woman on their laps. Even one man can be served by two women at once.
In Jean's eyes, it was the most disgusting thing. She preferred to put the Champagne and Red wine quickly so she could go out as soon as possible without a problem.
Just as Jean turned around, a man believed to be more than half a century old grabbed her wrist. Enduring the annoyance of fear of being fired by her boss, Jean turned around with a friendly smile printed on her tiny lips.
"Do you need anything more, sir?" Jean asked as politely as possible.
If it weren't at work, Jean maybe would have twisted the dirt-smelling man's hand until it bounced off the floor.
The middle-aged man stood up and approached Jean. His hands stretched out freely to caress Jean's cute face.
Jean turned her face away, disgusted by the old man's treatment who had dared to touch her face.
She thought that her prayer wasn't answered.
"Where are you going, beautiful? Why are you in such a hurry?" Said the middle-aged man who was now holding Jean's shoulder.
The smell from his mouth was like an alcohol storage tank that made Jean nauseous. She even wanted to vomit liquid from her mouth right on his face. Of course, such thought only existed in Jean's mind.
Indeed, she still needed to work.
This time, the middle-aged man touched Jean's smooth thighs, who only wore a skirt above the knee with stockings as a compliment.
Of course, it wasn't her wish to wear clothes like that, but all the nightclub workers where Jean worked wore the same costume as her.
Jean was furious. No one should ever touch it. She would scold the man if a baritone didn't disturb the whole room.
"She's mine," Said the one from the corner of the sofa where he sat.
Jean looked at the deep voice owner. A voice with an intimidating tone to anyone who heard it. Only two words that came out of his mouth that were able to hypnotize the whole room, not to mention Jean, who was also frozen.
Her heart was pounding more than usual, just because hearing the man's words.
The sharp gaze of the mysterious man and the perfect carving of the creator was extraordinary to him.
His sturdy jaw was covered with fine hair. His piercing gaze locked onto anyone who stared at it. Not to mention, his grey-coloured eyes hypnotize anyone who looks at him.
"She's mine, Mr Lee." The mysterious man repeated, as if emphasizing that Jean was his.
The middle-aged man that was called by the mysterious man was Mr Lee. He immediately took off his grip on Jean and immediately distanced himself.
"S-sorry sir." Said Mr Lee. A shaking voice was heard indicating that he was afraid of the mysterious man.
Jean also left the room with vast strides. This time, it wasn't out of fear because of Mr Lee, but for fear the sound of her heart beating could be heard.
'What's wrong with me? Just hearing his voice made my heart go wild. Who is that man?' Jean thought.
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