7: Meeting Chanel

SERENA

"If you were a man, I'm sure as hell you wouldn't be able to walk by now." The biker still leading me, said, his voice barely above a whisper. He spoke like he was afraid of being heard.

"Why do you say that?" I let out a long sigh as we stepped outside. Wandering eyes from the biker creeps outside were on me again. Anyways, I'd rather they have their eyes on me, than that of the president's.

'Cause they don't make you drip your pussy juices on your panties, right? Unlike your new boss. Just few minutes with him and you've got yourself all soaked up. Funny enough, you ain't even ovulating.' My subconscious mind said, probably with a giggle.

What was funny? Why the fuck was she laughing?

I really hated how she hasn't been on my side since I met that man at the coffee shop...always showing her undying support for him.

'I always support the truth, Serena. This has nothing to do with him.' she spoke with a final tone.

"From the way you spoke to the executives. I was genuinely scared for you." The biker continued, stopping the conversation with my subconscious.

"Pfft," I hissed. "You shouldn't have been."

"Don't take Bishop's warning likely. He's as dangerous as Havoc, the club's president."

Ohh, so, his name was Havoc. I just remembered that when I met some bikers earlier, one of them said something like Havoc being on a fucking spree. Not surprised at all... A man like that would always have women at his beck and call.

"I always mind my business...they should mind theirs too," I replied stubbornly. "By the way, who is Rex?"

"Widow's Bite president."

"Widow's Bite?"

"The enemy club."

"Oh."

We stepped into a wide entrance that happened to be a long hallway. There were doors on each side facing each other. I was still trying to make out where the hallway ended when the biker with me tapped me.

"This is Chanel's office." He stopped on the second door on my right, before proceeding to knock.

"Come in." A female's voice sounded from inside followed by a hearty laugh from another female.

The biker pushed open the door and I followed him inside. Two women...a younger and a much older one were having a conversation... one of them should be Chanel.

I was surprised to see that a place like this could be in a biker's clubhouse. It was airy and lit as fuck, and smelled of fresh flowers unlike the engine oil and smoke that got stuck in my nose from outside. The only resemblance here was the club huge emblem engraved on the wall just directly on top of the older woman's head...and the clothes rack which had several leather vests on them. I could also see a pedal sewing machine by the corner.

"Mom, Nolan isn't like that." The younger woman who was sitting on the table facing the older woman drawled. I couldn't see any of the faces yet.

"I know my son quite...Ohh," the older woman paused mid sentence when she titled her head, her eyes landing on me first.

"Morning, Mama Chanel." The biker with me waved at her.

"Oops." The younger woman got off the table immediately and stood beside Chanel. Now, I could see their faces clearly.

Chanel was on her chair, leaning her back a bit with her elbows on the armrests. Her dark brown hair was short...really short, her face touched up a little. From where I stood, I could only see what she had on top. Her leather vest had the tag "Wardrobe Mama."

The younger woman who I didn't know her name yet, had her ginger coloured hair neatly packed in a ponytail. Despite her face being bare... without any makeup, she was stunning as hell. And she wasn't as scantily dressed as the two women I had seen earlier. Her sleeveless black laced dress was inches above her knee and I absolutely loved the leopard skin ankle boots she paired her outfit with.

"Uhmmm, hello ma'am." I greeted Chanel quietly, trying not to sound nervous.

Chanel gave a silent nod.

"Mama Chanel, she's..." The biker had wanted to start speaking on my behalf when I touched his arm.

"Don't worry. I can speak for myself." I mumbled, remembering exactly how Havoc cut him off when he had wanted to speak for me.

"Sure."

"Thank you."

"See you, Mama Chanel...and you too, Mrs Ax." He said to Chanel...and ohh the younger woman was married.

I was expecting Chanel to ask me to take a seat when the biker left but she didn't. She simply looked at me, waiting for me to say the reason why I was in her office.

"Uhmmm... ma'am, I...was selected as one of the fashion designers for the club."

"Serena Voss?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You're late," she said, her mouth pressed into a thin line. "Your colleagues were here before eight am and you're..." She paused, her eyes moving to the wall clock. "Twelve minutes late."

"I...uhh..." The jacket in my right hand suddenly felt so heavy that I had to support it with my left hand. "Ma'am, I was here before eight but I had no idea I was to come to you first."

"Excuses, excuses.... isn't it too early for you start spewing them now?"

Gosh, this woman was damn strict.

"No ma'am, I'm not lying. The young man that brought me here took me to the president first...."

"You met Havoc?" The younger woman who I knew now as Mrs Ax cut me off.

"Yes," I shifted my attention to her. "He was with Money and uhmmm... Bishop."

"Wow, I hope they didn't scare you?" She asked with a low laugh. Nah, this woman was very beautiful. I thought. With a face like that, pretty sure her husband would never have a bad day. My eyes moved to her shoulder area towards her right arm where "Nolan's Kitten" was tatted with a love emoji.

Nolan should be Ax.

"Not at all, Mrs Ax." I didn't know what to call her so I settled for that.

"Oh please, call me Zoey."

"Have a seat." Chanel gestured to the left seat.

Finally... I breathed out slowly, feeling relaxed a bit as I moved to sit down.

Chanel passed an envelope to me.

"That's the contract. Go through and sign on it."

"Alright, ma'am." I swung my purse off my shoulder, opening it and searching for a pen to be miraculously inside. However, the only items in my purse were my transport fare back to Willa's house and my lipgloss.

Shit, it'd be embarrassing to ask Chanel for a pen but I had no choice.

"Ma'am, please can I have your pen?" I asked, my palms getting sweaty as I prepared for her response.

She looked at me briefly, then pointed at her pen case. "Next time you come to my office, you should always have a pen."

"I will, ma'am." I smiled nervously at her, taking a pen from the case. Next, I opened the envelope carefully and pulled out the paper inside.

"The contract runs for only three months and your salary each month is twenty thousand...."

Hearing that amount of money made my head spin for a second. I have never seen a quarter of that amount in my life.

Damn, this felt so fucking surreal. Twenty whole thousand in a month... Hell, I would move out of my dead ass apartment, change my wardrobe and my phone, get a new laptop... Gosh, my dying boutique would come back to life.

'Calm your titties down, Serena. You haven't even seen the money yet. And morever, you're not in good terms with the president. How sure are you that your sharp mouth won't betray you and he'll get you fired before the end of the first month?' My subconscious who has automatically become my enemy inquired.

'Fuck you... And fuck him too!' That was my response to her.

I'd have to find a way to block her permanently from my mind. She's becoming a fucking nuisance lately.

As for Havoc, I could handle him easily. He wasn't and would never be the problem.

A tiny part of me knew that whatever I said about Havoc might be the complete opposite of what would happen in the next three months.

Maybe I would be the one who needed handling....

Maybe I would be the problem...