16: Making Choices

SERENA

Weekend was over and it was Monday again...back to work. It wasn't as if I haven't been working. I did on Friday and Saturday, rested on Sunday, now resumed today being Monday.

I got a text from Chanel on Saturday saying the club would be needing at least the leather cut designs for the men on Tuesday. Good thing that I had made those designs on Saturday, I would be making just cut designs for the females today.

Part of the text Chanel had sent to me was the different names of the old ladies that is 'Property of their partner's road name.' It was from the list that I got to know that the club had fifteen old ladies. That was impressive...my thoughts though. No surprise that I didn't see any Property of Havoc...that man wasn't a one woman's man.

"You're not going to the club today?" Willa asked as I buttoned up my blouse.

"Yes. Any issues?"

"Nope, I had thought you were going. I wouldn't have advised you to button your blouse all the way up."

"I.. I..." I let out an unbelivable laugh. "I don't understand, Willa. So, if I was going to the club, I should go with my breasts open 'cause I want to get the president's attention."

"Ohh, you haven't forgotten our conversation... that's good," she nodded. "I never said you should move around with your boobs bare but if that will get Havoc to fuck you, then I see no problem with that." She said, shrugging her shoulders.

"How did you become my best friend again?" That was the only response I could give her at this point.

"We're not best friends, Serena," Willa replied, her arms folded.

"Oh..." I knew that reply of hers was a joke... I shouldn't be taking it that serious.

"We're sisters. So, that question of yours is invalid. And as your elder sister..."

"You're older by just three months, Willa..." I pointed out, rolling by eyes. I was relieved by her first response though...I just knew she was joking.

"Do you know someone can be a millionaire in just a month?" Without waiting for me to answer her, she went on, "As I was saying, always dress sexy if you're going to the club house...flaunt those curves, baby."

"I will, ma'am." I didn't want to push our talk further, so I gave her a quick peck on her cheek before leaving. I would be a little busy today...making fifteen different designs for the fifteen old ladies at Frost Vipers and also three blouse designs for Eliana. I hope I finish up with everything before today ends.

Eight hours later, I was done with the cut designs meant for the clubhouse. Each design was unique in its own way, Zoey's own being the most exceptional. This was my little way of saying thank you after she had helped me out that night. It was currently three thirty pm, so I had less than three hours to finish up Eliana's blouse designs and close for today.

I was finally down and I had an hour left. Not bad idea going home now though, I could make dinner before Willa comes back from her usual book club meeting. I also needed to have enough rest 'cause I don't know how tomorrow would be at the club house...hopefully I have nothing to do with Havoc.

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[Tuesday morning at Chanel's office]

"I'll start by apologizing to you on Havoc's behalf, Serena. Zoey told me everything." This was Chanel's response to my greeting after I had taken a seat. I wasn't expecting her to apologize though...it wasn't in any way her fault.

"Oh no, ma'am. You don't have to apologize."

"It's my duty to do so, especially when a worker under me isn't treated right. I handle the wardrobe and gear of the clubhouse...and as a result of that, every single person under me whether you live in the clubhouse or outside, work ends once it's six pm," her explaining the reason behind her apology deepened my respect for her.

"I've spoken to Havoc... don't expect an apology from him though. But that would never happen again...I mean you staying here past six pm for a job."

If Havoc ever apologized, the world might actually end...someone that is pride himself.

"I appreciate, ma'am for your concerns."

She nodded quietly, as she put on her glasses. "Alright, the men's cut designs. Can I have them?"

They were already in my hands, both the men and the women. "Ma'am, the first five are for the men and the rest are for the women. I worked during the weekend." I added this last sentence, even though it wasn't Chanel's business, so that she would think of me as a hardworking person.

"Hmm, quite impressive." She said, dipping her chin. "I really like your designs, Serena." Her eyes were on the sketch papers in her hands. "They are different. Oh..." A quiet gasp left her lips. She should have reached the women's designs, I suppose.

"Is there a problem, ma'am?" I asked quietly, pretending not to see the smile on her face.

"i don't ever regret choosing you for this club, Serena. Too bad that it's against the club rules to keep a worker after the stipulated amount on the contract, I would have loved it if you'll continue with the club after three months."

It was just week two and I was already getting this level of good compliments... I didn't even know what to say to her.

"Anyways, when that time comes, I might be pushed to make an exception." She continued. "Your designs are one of the best this club's had so far. I'm looking forward to seeing the finished piece once it's sewn."

"Ma'am... I... I'm short of words." I stammered a bit, my voice getting thick with emotion. I wasn't going to cry, I promised myself that. "Thank you very much."

"No issues, Serena. Speaking of finished work, do you know where the patch room is?"

I shook my head, "no ma'am."

"Alright, come on. Let's go."

As we were walking, Chanel explained what the patch room was. It was where all the leather work of the club was done. When we got there, I was expecting to see the place filled up with people working, however I was only seeing four people - two men and two women. Each of them having their own table with heaps of leather scraps and sewing tools. Despite everywhere being ventilated as fuck, the smell of leather was very strong coupled with that of oil. I could see mannequins dressed in leather...some in leather jackets or vests and the rest in trousers. I didn't fail to notice a big, standing cloth rack by the corner where the leather pieces were being hung.

"Mama Chanel," someone called from behind us.

"Harper, you're the one I'm looking for." Chanel said as we turned around.

The young woman who should be Harper had a ginger colored hair, a pretty face and short in height. Her leather vest had two tags... Patch lady and Property of Flipps.

"Harper, this is Serena. She's the one behind those jacket designs. Serena, this is Harper, she's the chief tailor and Flipps' old lady."

"Oh hi, Serena. Been wanting to meet the face behind the unique designs." Harper said to me with a smile.

"Thank you. It's nice meeting you."

After that quick introduction, Chanel gave Harper the cut designs I had brought this morning before we left the patch room.

"Your work for today is done, Serena. You're to be here this time next week for the jacket and cut fitting for the men."

"Sure ma'am."

"You can still come anytime this week when you're free, to check on the progress of Harper and her team."

"No problem, ma'am."

"Have a nice day, Serena." She patted my back gently with a smile as she entered her office.

I was doing happy squeals in my head, stepping outside...Chanel likes me now, I could feel it.

I didn't know if I should go home or...

"Serena," I could see a man in front of me from a distance waving at me.

"Desmond," instead of moving towards him, I waited for him to do that instead.

"Hey, how are you? What later happened last week concerning the president?"

"I'm great. I took his measurement by some minutes after seven." I sighed, not wanting to remember that terrible experience.

"Damn, so sorry for that."

"It's cool. I've recovered from the trauma." I said with a dry laugh. We were going to the bar now.

"Are you just coming or..." He asked, scratching the back of his head.

"I'm done for today."

"Ohh, that's nice. Let's..." He didn't finish what he was saying when a man joined us.

"Horse, the president wants us to go supervise the prospects servicing the trucks in the garage."

"Now?" There was disappointment written all over his face.

"Yes, now."

"Serena, I'm sorry but I have to go. Duty calls." He said quickly before running after the man that had called him.

With Desmond gone, I went into the bar alone. Maybe, I'll just relax a little before going home.

"Serena darling, over here!" It wasn't even up to two minutes yet and a very familiar voice shouted my name from the back.

"Not again," I groaned silently before turning and instantly my mood changed. Delilah was with Layla and Zoey.

When I got closer, I said 'hi' to all of them before taking the last empty seat at the table. They were having grilled beef, vegetables with coleslaw. Each of them had their glass filled with red wine. My taste buds tingled at the sight of their mini feast. The minute Zoey told the lady at the counter to get an extra plate and glass, my heart screamed for joy.

"Serena darling, did you later tell Havoc about me?"

"Ugh, Delilah. You haven't gotten over Havoc's cock yet. Thought you had a threesome with two men last night." Layla said.

I really like the banter between these two.

"I can fuck every single dick in this world but will never get over Havoc's."

I nearly choked on my food hearing her say that.

"Serena, here..." Zoey offered me her glass of water. "Girls, I think your dirty talk is having a toll on Serena."

"Oops, sorry darling. Never knew you were a virgin." Delilah rubbed my back slowly in circles.

"What, no, no. I'm not. I've had sex before." I wasn't going to spoil the fun we were already having.

It was from the later conversations that I found out that Zoey was a doctor and Layla was Ax's younger sister.

"You know this coming Saturday is the last Saturday of the month...." Zoey chipped in.

"Yayyy, it's been ages..." Layla purred.

"What's happening this Saturday?" I asked, extremely curious.

"Club party, darling. You should come." Delilah smiled at me. "Dress sexy. Flaunt these beauties from every sinful angle." She gestured at my boobs and ass with a wicked grin spread across her face.

Her saying this made me remember what Willa told me. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to attend this party... No, not because of Havoc, please.

I'd be going to enjoy myself only.

Hmmm... I think I might just have the perfect outfit for Saturday.