Chapter 4: Room 614

I was relieved to leave that VIP room. It felt like I could finally breathe again after dealing with Boss Yael's friends, especially Mr. VIP. Even now, I'm still thinking about what Thomas said. What could that mean?

Mr. VIP's stare earlier felt like it had something behind it. I'm not assuming, but that's truly how I felt. His gaze seemed to reach deep into my soul, like he was observing every move of my body. It wasn’t creepy, but it was certainly confusing. I don’t know what to think about that man—why does he look at me like that?

Sigh, I ended up drinking three shots of tequila because I couldn't stop thinking about him.

"Athena."

I had only been sitting at the bar counter for five minutes when I heard Boss Yael's voice again. What could he possibly need from me now? I really didn’t want to go back to the VIP room. I might get grilled by his friends again.

"Yes? Boss Yael, what do you need?" I asked, forcing a smile.

"I need your help," he said, which surprised me.

"Boss Yael, are you sure you want me to take him home?" I asked when we finally reached the outside of the bar.

He needed my help to take home Mr. VIP. Yes, him. I couldn’t understand why he chose me for this task, especially since I wasn’t exactly close to him. He's my boss, so I had to obey, but taking home his drunk friend wasn’t part of my job.

"Yes, you already know the address, right? Don't worry, after you take him home, you can go home," he replied.

"Huh? But boss, my shift isn't over yet," I said in surprise.

"Don't worry about that, okay? Just take him home to his condo, then you can go home. There's a security guard at his condo, just ask for his help and let him handle him," he said, then glanced at his friend in the taxi who was already asleep from drunkenness.

"But boss-"

"You’ll handle him, okay? Thank you, Athena. I'll give you a higher salary at the end of the month," he said while walking back into the bar. It felt like he didn't care how he treated me. Is he really my boss and professor?

"Yes, not only is he my boss, he's also my professor in history, so I'm extra nice to him because if I'm not, I might fail his class.

I was stomping my feet in frustration, and I felt like crying too. If he weren't my boss, I would have probably punched him by now. He really made me do all of this. And his friends—ugh! They just left him there and didn't even bother to take him home.

"Thank you," I thanked the taxi driver when he helped me get my companion out of the car when we arrived at this guy's condo.

"Tsk! You're heavy, get yourself together!" I said in annoyance as I started walking, supporting Mr. VIP, who I still didn't know the real name of.

He had his arm clung around me, but every step we took felt wobbly because of his height and weight. I'm so small, and he's like a six-footer. What could I do against a guy like him?

I started feeling a little dizzy from the drinks I had. Just three glasses, but it hit me hard.

"Where’s the security guard? What am I supposed to do?" I said in frustration, almost on the verge of tears, as we finally reached the entrance of the condo.

I should have just stopped here and gone home, but now how would I get back? There was no guard like Boss Yael had mentioned.

"Hey, what floor is your condo unit on?" I asked, tapping his face gently. He seemed to stir, turning to me, but his eyes were still half-closed.

Lord, he's so handsome, but he reeks of alcohol.

"Room 6... 6... 614." Wait, what did he say? 614?

"Room 614?" I asked, and he nodded as an answer. I helped him again towards the elevator. We both got in when it arrived, and I pressed the button for the 6th floor, where his condo was.

Ugh, I felt so tired because of him. It's frustrating. Boss Yael could've easily done this himself. They were the ones who drank together, and he's not even drunk, while I'm stuck being the one to help his friend. And I don't even know this guy well. Why would Boss Yael trust me to take care of his friend?

When the elevator doors opened, I helped him out again. My steps were slow because I didn’t want us both to fall. If he got hurt, I’d be the one blamed, and I definitely didn’t want that. I could even lose my job because of him.

"Hey, password," I said, tapping his cheek again.

He immediately woke up but kept his eyes closed as his hand reached for the door. Why not just tell me the password and let me press it? But no, he didn’t trust me. Though, I could still see the password even if he didn't say it.

"Close your... eyes," he said when he noticed I was looking at his hand.

He’s so stingy, but I didn’t argue. I just closed my eyes so this would be over, and I could leave.

Suddenly, the door beeped and opened. Thank goodness, even though he was drunk, he could still remember the numbers.

I helped him inside his condo. Even though it was dark, he somehow found the light switch. This guy was something else.

The lights came on, and I was finally able to see the layout of his condo. It was beautiful, even though it had a black-and-white theme, and there were only a few things displayed. The living room greeted me first, then on the right was the kitchen, and to the left, I think that was his bedroom.

"You should be fine now, I’ll be leaving," I said, letting go of him, but he stopped me by grabbing my arm, which really surprised me.

What was he planning to do? Surely, he didn’t have any bad intentions toward me, right?

"Please stay... j-just for a few minutes, please," he said in a pleading tone.

Oh my God, my heart.