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“Good morning, Nikki,” I said, walking toward my office with her hot on my heels.
“I made the orders for the bar this morning, Master. We were short on some garnishes and some liquor. The cleaning team left just fifteen minutes ago, I checked every room again, and they are flawless, just the way you want Master,” she said with her sweet voice, and head bowed.
“Good,” I gave her my praise, and she bloomed like a flower with only one word from me.
“I got the mail it’s on your desk, Master. Must be new applications, we have many people interested it seems,” she continued.
I logged into my computer as she talked. Emails greeted me, but I ignored them as I checked the cameras all around the club. The camera in Circle 8 were still not working.
“Camera in Circle 8,” I said, cutting Nikki’s speech about the scene that was going to be shown today in Circle 1.
“I rang the techs for it this morning, Master. They’ll be here before noon.”
“Good, Nikki. You did a good job, as always.”
“Anything for you, Master,” she answered with a smile on her face and left me alone in my office.
I was able to make someone happy, at least.
CHAPTER 3
MAYA
Mom was discharged after being treated for an overdose. The hospital was familiar with this kind of situation, they didn’t care about the disposable people. Everyone saw us as the mud on their shoes and even medical personnel weren’t too patient after a while. In my mother’s case, we were in the hospital for the same reason at least once in a week.
I hitchhiked to get my mom home safely, the alcohol and the stench of vomit in the car was mixed with a cigarette, but we didn’t have the luxury to choose or complain.
When we entered the house, I carried my mother to my room, didn’t want her to sleep in the bed my father fucked another woman in. She immediately fell asleep when I tucked her in. As I passed by the bedroom, I heard my father’s snoring and sighed deeply. He didn’t leave the house like I demanded him to, but I was too tired to deal with anything else, I headed to the living room.
Just as I passed the front door, I heard the knock. With a frown, I opened the door and came face to face with our landlord.
“Jack,”
I muttered with the disgust.
“Hey, little Wyatt,” he slurred. His beady eyes studied me from head to toe. “You supposed to pay my rent yesterday,” he said. At least he moved directly to the topic.
“I know, Jack. I’ll pay it, but I need another week. I couldn’t get my payment.”
He tutted. “If I give you a week now, you’ll ask for another week.”
“No. I promise.”
“Actually, you can pay me in another way,” he offered, moving his hand to the front of his jeans like his intention wasn’t clear enough.
I swallowed my disgust. “I’ll find another job tomorrow,” I told him with as much confidence as I could muster.
He chuckled like I said something joyful.
Frowning at him, I crossed my arms over my chest.
He shook his head, still grinning. “I don’t know why you’re trying, girl. Look at your parents. That’s your destiny. That’s how you’ll end up. The sooner you accept it, the better it’ll be for you,” he said like he was giving me the secret of the universe.
“I’ll pay your rent in a week. Have a good day, Jack,” I said before slamming the door to his face.
I went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. There was a card on the counter. I knew what it was before I even grabbed it, just like every other month, I took and caressed the handwriting I knew so well. There was only a phone number on the empty card. I knew whose number it was. I knew who was sending them every month.
It was always just a card with his number on it. No note. No… nothing. I wonder why he was trying. He clearly didn’t want to see me or have anything to say. So why? Why was he sending his number again and again? Every fucking month.
