Ava Delaney. "I'm here! Sorry for being late" I shouted, running into the hotel I worked at while struggling with a bag on my shoulders.  I ran into the lobby, ignoring the stern look I received from Ashley, the receptionist. She sat on the front desk in our staff uniform, a white shirt and a blue pleated skirt, with a blue pair of glasses sitting on her nose. She was around my age too but there was a more matured charisma she carried. "As usual" She muttered and I laughed softly before going around her desk to drop my bag under her table.  "Help me hold on to these. Is the boss around yet?" I asked, looking around frantically at the lobby. It was a beautiful room with a bright silver chandelier above us. Two sofas and Ashely's workspace. 

Ava. I walked slowly, thinking on my way to the hospital. I bumped a lot into people, they reigned cursed at me, some even hit me to get my attention but I paid them no mind as I continued down the path that led to the hospital.  I didn't want to talk to anyone but Avery. I didn't want to see anyone but Avery. I wanted to stay in her arms till everything got better.  My phone vibrated in my pocket and I didn't take it out, it would probably be Ashley checking up on me or Brandon being the curious cat. Whoever it was, I didn't check to confirm. Instead I made a turn and saw the hospital ahead.  What hurt me the most was that I didn't have my headphones anymore. It had managed to tear me away from my thoughts, but now I was left alone with the thought of how horrible

  Ava. I stood at the entrance of the Billionaire's club and stared at the building in awe.  It was a tall, big building with glass windows that were shut close. 'Billionaire's Club' was written boldly in blue glowing letters on a huge board just above the door. I fisted my palm nervously. I walked towards the bouncers that stood at the entrance and gulped visibly when their eyes locked with mine. There were about four of them in front of the double doors and I waved shyly. "Who are you? and state your business here" One of them asked with a piercing in his nose and I jerked at the tone of his voice before shuffling through my bag for my CV and showing it to them.  "My name is Ava Delaney. I-m here for an inter

Ava. "Se- sexy lingerie?" I gasped in shock and Aiden smirked before looking away from me and walking further down the hallway.  "Yes. You mentioned you were comfortable in revealing clothes, isn't that right?" He stopped, not turning back to look at me.  "Uhm. I mean yes. But I didn't know it would be something as sexy as that." I stammered, fisting my palm nervously.. "We have a strict policy here. We want our waitresses to look as sexy as possible. We have millionaires, billionaires and politicians coming here. I need to capture their attention and if not with drinks, then with my workers. You're the one representing the club. Now hurry, the girls would soon be moving out." He said, before we got to the door, a woman was heading quickly towards it with a big bag in h

Ava. "So let me start from the bottom. Here in Billionaire's Club there are Ten Levels of Wealth. And these ten levels are divided into three groups. The lower four, the middle three and the top three. But you'll understand me when I explain further" Olivia started and I sighed in anticipation.  "Now the lower four have four levels, and they are the ones occupying downstairs. Number 10 in the Level of Wealth is the 'High Rich'. These classes of people are the regular rich ones, with good businesses and start ups. They are richer than the average man making them number ten on the list"  Olivia explained before taking my hand and leading me to the railings pointing out a group of men and women, dancing on the floor. Just beside the stripers who were dancing seductively and waving at a few men.