Sandra, on the other hand, was actually doing her yoga when Denny called. But when she saw the caller ID on her watch phone, she did not hesitate to answer. With Daisy's thrawn behavior, Sandra cannot displease this SVIP anymore. With her in yoga clothes, she did not care and quickly went down to her office. The club was closed yet, but the cleaners, stock deliverers, and other employees whose jobs are to prepare the place for their daily operations were around under the watch of a supervisor were already present. Sandra knew and heard some of them give a cat whistle, but she did not care. She marched her way down the hall to her office and quickly sent the file Denny Vero was asking for. Then went back to her place to proceed with her yoga."Here," Denny handed his phone to Sam to show Trisha's photo.Sam was amazed at the beauty he was looking at from a mere photo. He could tell she would be more beautiful in person. He gazed at Trisha's body with pure awe yet with no sensual intere
Denny did as Sam said. He checked the receipt and saw he paid almost ten grand for all six items. Yet, the customer did not mind. Denny saw how exquisitely they were designed, and he also checked the fabrics. They were of good quality and closely comparable to a famous brand. However, he was aware that since this designer still has no name, his items cannot compare to their price lists.Sam was nervous. He did not add the prices even though he thought this man was wealthy enough to afford them, but he was still anxious that the client would disapprove of the costs."I guess we're good," Denny left the receipt on the counter and picked up the paper bag after securing his wallet back into his pocket.Sam courteously walked Denny to the door before he bowed his body almost ninety degrees down in utmost gratitude and gratefulness. As a small-time designer and beginner in this industry, he is thrilled to serve a customer like Mister Denny Vero. He was smiling from ear to ear the whole time
Sandra did not know about Mister Vero not coming over tonight. Although she does not expect him to be present every night, Sandra noticed he had been around every night ever since he met Trisha. And with how possessive the SVIP seemed to be with his service girl, the Manager was not prepared to hear the news from Trisha. She was now worried other clients would ask Trisha to serve them extra service. So Sandra had to warn Trisha never to leave her post without a direct order from her, the Manager.Trisha did as told. She went to the receptionist's desk and found Rebecca with her assistant, Gilda. Trisha greeted the two with a meek smile."Hi Rebecca, Hi Gilda!""Hey, Trish!" Rebecca greeted the new service girl with a big smile. She wanted to ask the girl what happened to her last night, so she was chirpy to see Trisha."Manager Valk told me to stay here and help you guys since Mister Vero is not coming tonight," Trisha smiled widely back. undoubtingly unaware of why Rebecca was being
They are on good terms with Sandra, so they can freely throw jokes once in a while, and the manager won't mind.Before the clock struck six, the guests started to arrive. Trisha greeted every customer just like Gilda and Rebecca would do. She stayed in her post while Rebecca and Gilda ushered the guests to their booths, one after another, and sometimes, both the receptionists would be gone to assist the clients, and Trisha would be left behind.Around half-past seven in the evening, Zeth Newton came along with his friends. They were asking Trisha to lead the way to their booth. Trisha was the only one at the front desk and was having a hard time how to deal with her situation. The manager clearly told her never to leave her spot without her verbal and direct orders."For a while, sir," Trisha smiled sweetly as her nervousness faintly showed."Take your time, baby," Eric, one of Zeth's friends, answered teasingly as he bumped his shoulder. Eric noticed Zeth would not take his eyes off
Rebecca was from a booth where Matt and Trisha were about to pass by while Zeth and the others already did. Looking at the last pair, Rebecca could tell Trisha was horrified by her situation but helpless. She winked and replaced Trisha in Matt's arms by gently holding Matt by the hand and lifting it to wound around her shoulders instead of Trisha's."This girl is under surveillance by the manager," Rebecca playfully whispered in Matt's ear close to her. "She caused a penile fracture on one of the SVIPs," she made herself sound like Trisha is someone Matt and his friends should not ask for extra service.Matt stopped, shocked. He gazed at the girl he was holding, fazed, and let her slip off from his arms.Trisha quickly ran back to the receptionist's desk. Before she arrived at her post, leaned on the wall right after a turn in the corner, knowing she was able to escape a very chaotic predicament, she felt weak and slid down to sit in a squat position. She covered her face with both ha
"And may I know why?" Denny was hoping she would say because she missed him but what she said confirmed his intuitions earlier."I was almost dragged by a client to their booth which I am not supposed to do according to the manager's order," Trisha 32. Trappedanswered wearily."Were they asking for extra service from you?" Denny asked calmly."No, but I am not allowed to entertain guests so they won't ask me for extra service," Trisha replied courteously."Then why did you glare at me? You did not even want to take my hand to stand with my help," Denny asked with a frown. He started to walk with Trisha in his hold towards his booth.The service girl bit her lips in self-reproach."I am so sorry, sir," she timidly replied.Trisha could not tell him her honest thoughts as she would only sound sillier."You will have to work for that apology then," Denny whispered at her seductively."I have to let the manager know you are here. She might get upset if they found me missing at the front d
"Where is she?" Denny asked. He stepped out of his booth and looked at the hallway where she would be walking on her way back to the booth from the bar counter. He saw a group of people in the hallway, a few doors from his booth. Then he heard a woman's voice. Denny was about to turn around and get back on his seat when he saw someone in a purple dress dusting her hands as she tried to get up from the floor. He started to step forward. Now that two pairs of men and women went to walk ahead, the view became cleared for Denny to see."How dare you ruin my shoes! I will tell the manager, and you will pay for this!"Trisha carefully moved from her spot to avoid the shred of broken glasses around her as she got up. Fixing her dress hem that had run up her thighs, she answered calmly."Yeah, you should also tell her you intentionally blocked my way, and knowing I would be outbalanced with a tray in my hand, you sped your steps forward to bump into me," Trisha stood tall with her chin up aga
Denny watched Trisha's every move, every expression, and every emotion visible in her tiny little face. He was so amused at how she was trying to deal with everything righteously, despite the consequences of angering her client for waiting too long."What are you still doing there?" Denny asked casually. He wasn't angry, but he made his voice sound unhappy. "Do I have to wait for more?""Mister Vero, I cannot leave the hallway this way," Trisha replied wearily. "I am afraid someone might get injured if they slide on the wet floor," she explained.Denny pouted. He felt like his smile was about to show as he confirmed a thought of her trying to be rational despite making her client wait. Had she been another girl, Denny would have called for someone else to replace her the moment she got delayed. But his patience for this girl is quite impressive. She is even reasoning out, and here he is trying to justify her actions that she is right to think about what will happen to anyone who would