Mr. Rude President's Secret
I could never see myself working in another job other than this.
As I look around the dance floor, I saw something very odd. The people who were with us in the dance floor were more hyped up than earlier. Their dance moves were wilder and for me, I think it bordered on ridiculous. I haven’t been in clubs that much, so I found these scenes a bit odd.
“Hey, boss,” Jiezel, one of my prettier team members, caught my attention, “You should try this one. It’s good.”
She handed me a cocktail glass that contained a cloudy blue liquid. On the rim, there was a slice of peach and watermelon instead of lemon.