chapter 3

Later that evening, the sky looked as if it might have a heavy downpour, but Mia didn't care as she made her way out of the house without an umbrella or anything else to protect her from the rain in case it started. She took out her phone to check the address of where she was headed to. Satisfied with the information, she made her way across the street where she flagged down a taxi.

She got to the hotel just in time before the party started. She went to the back quickly and got changed. She made her way inside the hotel when a bald, middle aged man walked up to her with a clipboard in hand.

"Are you Mia Anderson?" The man said.

"Yes I am," Mia responded nervously.

"You're ten minutes late." The man bellowed.

Mia looked around clueless, "But the party hasn't even started yet."

"I said you're ten minutes late. Did you see the agreed time that was sent to your email? If you don't want to get sent home, you better learn how to stick to the agreement." The man said and walked away.

Mia was boiling with rage as to why the man would talk to her like that. All eyes had turned to look at her as she stood there, her cheeks flushed heavily with embarrassment. She tried to calm her insides down before she picked up herself and made her way into the kitchen section.

If Jason hadn't been so stupid enough not to cheat on her, maybe she would not have been here trying to seek revenge and thereby receiving this magnitude of insults.

"Hey, you." Someone called to her when she was in the kitchen. She spun around to where the direction of the voice came from.

"What's the name?" A woman with a bushy ponytail who looked impatient with an apron tied around her waist said to her.

"Mia," she responded.

"Okay, Maya. You'll be in charge of serving drinks to Mr. Logan's table. And make sure you don't do anything funny, Mr. Logan is one of our most respectable customers."

"Yes madam," Mia responded, trying to sound as sheepish as possible.

"Call me Steph, here's an apron for you. Start preparing the drinks, and remember to take the apron off when you start serving the drinks." The woman said and threw an apron her way. Mia caught it before it fell to the floor.

In less than twenty minutes, the hotel lobby which was large enough to fit in five hundred people was ready. Mia marveled at how beautifully the lobby had been decorated.

The hotel lobby was decorated with the utmost care and attention to detail, creating an exquisite and elegant atmosphere for the party. The centerpieces were made of fresh flowers, arranged in tall, crystal vases. The lighting was soft and flattering, and the colors were carefully chosen to complement the decor. The furniture was comfortable and inviting, with plush sofas and armchairs providing plenty of seating for guests.

As guests entered the lobby, they were greeted by a staff member who took their coats and offered them a flute of champagne. They were then escorted to the main hall, where a live band was playing jazz music.

As Mia was still dazzled in admiration, she saw Mr. Logan walk in with his entourage. It seemed like time stopped for a moment as she took in sight of him.

He dressed in a perfectly tailored suit and walked confidently into the lobby. His silver hair was neatly combed, and his expensive cologne reached Mia's nose and clouded her senses. His shoes were polished to a gleaming shine, and his silk tie was perfectly knotted.

As he entered the room, he exuded an air of sophistication and wealth. He carried himself with a certain dignity and grace, and his every gesture exuded confidence and power. He was the epitome of success, and his presence commanded respect.

"What are you still drooling at? Get to work!" Steph's voice jolted her back to reality.

Mia shook her head slightly as she stared at the drinks in front of her. She felt her heart sank. This was the moment she had been preparing for. She placed the drinks carefully in the trolley along with the wine bottle.

She wheeled it over to Mr Logan's table, her heart pounding vigorously against her chest. She feigned a calm composure as she got to the table, greeted everyone first, and began to serve the drinks. She stole glances occasionally at Mr Logan who was chattering wholeheartedly with his colleagues.

She bowed her head slightly as she walked away to get more wines as they had ordered. She came back to the table and started to pour more drinks. Mia's heart sank when she thought she saw Mr Logan eyeing her closely or must it have been her imagination. She hoped it wasn't.

"Hey young lady, come pour me more drinks." Mia thought her heart would jump out of her tin cage when she heard Mr Logan address her.

"Yes sir." She said and hurried down to where he sat with the wine glass in hand. She poured the wine into his glass. As she stood there waiting for another command, she thought of how to add the substance she had gotten earlier from Mary into Mr Logan's drink.

She grew increasingly agitated. Mr. Logan had stopped demanding for more drinks. Mia prayed desperately inwardly for him to ask for another drink, just one more and her plan would be executed, but she thought of the numerous eyes that were watching her. She was sure that Steph's eyes most especially never left her body.

Mia's frustration doubled as people were starting to retire to their hotel rooms and she knew that Mr Logan was soon to join them.

Mia's eyes almost grew teary when Mr Logan stood from his chair.

"Oh no!" She cried inwardly. All her efforts were going down the drain. Her cheeks were flushed with rage when she realized that all the facade she had put up was all for nothing. She had done her findings and realized that the most exquisite hotel in the country was short staffed, and the top guns had organized a big party to be held there. When Mia realised that Jason's father, Mr Logan was going to attend, she hurriedly wrote a mail to them asking to be hired for the night as a wine server.

Now she had gotten in, and the major reason why she had gotten in was because of Mr Logan, and now the opportunity was going to slip by her fingers.

"Hey, you,"

Mia turned around. It was Mr Logan.

"Bring these drinks to my room upstairs. I can't let such fine drinks go to waste." He said and walked out.

Mia's heart leaped for joy. It felt like she wanted to give Mr Logan a hug at that moment. With a smile dancing on her face, she quickly cleared the empty glasses from the table as all the people that were seated round the table had left already.