****Mrs Mill phoned me later in the night asking if it were possible to come the following night being Tuesday. I was surprised she was calling me at such an hour of the night, and hey, I don't work during work days."Mrs Mill I thought we talked about this, I don't work during work days." I reminded her."I know. I know, that's why I called you."I sighed. "Fine. What do you want me to do?" I asked."Groups of famous billionaires will be arriving in the state tomorrow and they'll love to lodge in my clubhouse. I need you to do some little entertainment for them.""What time?" I asked."Same time.""What's my pay for tonight?" I asked again."We'll talk about the price when you come.""Okay. See you tomorrow then." She hung the call.Damn! I forgot to ask her if Mr Kimber was showing up. Oh, she did say groups of wealthy men will be showing up, right? That means Mr Kimber is definitely on the show.****I woke up the next day, feeling tired and weak all over. I was beginning to conte
****Tonight's dance wasn't at the usual stage, I was gonna dance in the celebrity room. When I walked in with Mrs Mill behind me, I felt the sudden fear grip me. There are lots of celebrities in the room, honestly, I haven't done this for celebrities before.The normal ones I do are for the VIPS, but talking of celebrities, these are the VVIPS it's way too much than I thought.I did my work and gripped the pole in front of me. I swayed my hips to the music and the men drinking alcohol let out another cheer. Thirty more minutes and I am done. But then Mrs Mill called me from the side. She gestured to me to go closer and so I did. The next lady already walked up the stage and did her things, dancing. I frowned. “Mrs Mill, I still have thirty minutes, why is she up there now?” I asked. “You are done there already, sweety. Mr. Ramirez was asking for you, you should give him your thirty minutes instead.” Mrs Mill said and my eyes flew to the spot the so-called Mr Ramirez sat.“Why ma’am
Listening to the lecture in finance class, I take notes on my laptop while my recorder records my professor’s words. It’s important I don’t let my thoughts slip thinking about Mr Kimber nor Mr Ramirez. I don’t need any man disrupting my education. I have to stay on track. I graduate with my Bachelor’s degree in Computer Science in June. Immediately I began the MBA program in the fall. Glancing at my watch, I realize I have three more classes to go, then I’m done for the day.“Delilah!"Walking toward my red Honda Accord Coupe, I glance over my shoulder to see Priscilla approaching me.I smile. “Hey Priscilla! How are you?”“I’m good. Did you understand the lecture in Finance today?” she asked.I pointed toward my backpack. “My recorder recorded all the gibberish. I’ll read the chapters this week before the test on Thursday.” I unlocked the driver side door.“Let me get that for you.” Priscilla removed my backpack from my shoulder, opened the door, placing my bag on the back seat.“Th
I walked out of my room, dressed in my silver off-shoulder gown with a long split by the left side and a ribbon at the top end of the split. I was able to pack my hair in the best style I can, with a simple make up on.I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the idea of attending the party, so I changed my mind. "I changed my mind, mom, I can't attend the party with you." I said, not really wanting to go anywhere today."Not now, Delilah. We talked about this four days ago, and you can't just say no now. A lot of people will be showing up with family and friends, you can't expect me, the assistant, to show up with no one.""But…"She cuts in sharply. "For the love of God, Delilah, for once please say yes." She scanned me, then smiled. "By the way, you look great." She complimented.I blushed idiotically like the compliment was coming from a man.****We got to the building. Back at home when mom was rushing with what she was doing, muttering how late she was for the party, I though
"Mrs Mill, I guess it's time I have to go." I said, finding my way out of the building. But before I left, Mrs Mill gave me Mr Ramirez contact. "You know what to say just in case he asks of me, right?""Don't worry, I already have an answer." She assured me.I quickly sneaked out of the clubhouse without Mr Kimber noticing. I left for my car, Maurice was standing beside it. "Going so soon?" He asked."Yeah, I've got some personal job to attend to.""I hope there's no problem?" He asked, concerned."Not at all. You know, I've been booked already.""Oh. Oh! Now I understand."We exchanged a long smile. "I bet you do." He threwe my car key. I hopped in, starting the engine before I zoomed off.I headed to Mr Ramirez apartment with the help of the address Mrs Mill had given to me. I walked to the door but was stopped by one of the guards standing beside it."What do you want?" He asked in his deep annoying voice."I'm here for Mr Ramirez." I replied."What business do you have with him?"
I was imagining how my conversation with Mr Kimber would be. Since I wasn't used to him well, I felt this moment shouldn't have come in the first place, and it's all mom's fault for persuading me to have this conversation."Urrg! Can my life ever be better?" I grunted as I rolled my eyes sarcastically."You look beautiful, but you'll need to apply a little more makeup on." Mom said, rubbing the mascara on my face with a slight touch of the red lipstick. "Now, you look pretty much fantastic." She praised."Shouldn't we…" she didn't let me finish my statement, she cut me sharply."Please, not now, Delilah. Can you ever for once do some thing without complaining?"Of course I have to complain, this shouldn't be happening if not for her. In as much as I try to get as far as possible from Mr Kimber, she keeps pushing me forward. If he eventually finds out I'm Camila, he's definitely gonna hate me for the rest of his life.Not like I really fancy him, no, I guess Camila does."You're good t
"Are you in a relationship?"Is he supposed to ask me that? I mean, on our first dinner?"Yes, I am." I said sharply. "What about you?" I asked back. I love being so inquisitive about stuff like this."Mine is complicated." He said.My brain got so busy interpreting what those words meant. Complicated… Does it mean he had a heart break? Or could it be that it didn't work out the way he had hoped for? Or…"I lost her, years ago to my younger brother."I don't know why, but I think I just felt my heart pound against my chest. Well, that hurts. "I'm sorry." I said, sympathetically."You don't have to. Maybe I ain't so good for her, maybe I wasn't able to be the man she hoped for." He sipped on his wine, not wanting to continue the topic."It's not too late, you know." I said immediately, causing him to look at me. "It's not too late to find a new love, some one who will understand you the way you are.""I know, but it's difficult to find that kind of person.""Sure, it is, but as long a
I searched around with my eyes for Mr Kimber, honestly, I was missing him already. It's been days since he last showed up here. I was beginning to wonder if he had quitted coming.Honestly, he's my second reason why I am always eager to come here. But since he doesn't show up again, I feel like I'm all alone.I walked out of the stage, heading to my usual place to waste the rest of my time. The bartender. He served me my usual non-alcoholic wine which I busily sipped slowly. "What about the young gentleman?" He asked."What?" I asked, pretending not to have heard what he said."The young gentleman, what about him?" He repeated.That's actually what I have been thinking, I really don't know why he hasn't been showing up since the night I met with Mr Ramirez. I don't know, but it seems like he must have heard about my meeting with Mr Ramirez.Could it be that our previous conversation at the dinner would end up in vain? Well, that's only if he does love Camila."I don't know, I haven't