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" Are you fucking blind? " The greek god infront me screams in agony.

I had accidently spilt hot soup on our most important customer, he was our boss's special guest. Kill me, now!

" I... sir I am so..sorry " I stutter due to fear. I remember our manager informing us about this certain customer.

The man right here was described as " The Most Notorious Billionaire Of America ". He owns multiple casinos bars in Las Vegas, but that is not even half his empire, he is the CEO of one the leading company with multiple branches all around the wealth. Surrounded by wealth, he has a high temper and attitude. He dates the most famous models only. That is what the paparazi have posted. and what did I do? I tumbled a 99 degrees Celsius hot soup right on him.

( if anyone is American, I'm sorry the rest of the world works with Celsius and I'm to lazy to make calculations.)

Wait a minute, rich people wear expensive clothes! That 3 piece suit must be the work of the most famous designer, rich people don't expect anything less.

I grab the handkerchief and start rubbing it all over his suit, his muscular thighs and even his crotch in the state of absolute fret.

" What do you think you're doing? Don't touch me you stupid waitress! " The man bellows, instantly standing up to his might. He must be over 6 feet for sure. His looks are quite deceiving. If not for a businessman he should have been a model.

Even if I am not a man, I would totally buy the dresses he models, that is if I have the money.

" Are you even listening to me? This is the worst restaurant ever with the most moronic staff. Who even appointed this trash. Take me to Lisa right now! " The man orders our manager and my little bubble breaks.

" Sir please do not complain... I will lose my job. I'm really sorry. I'll...pay for your suit if that is the reason for your complain. " I utter without even thinking, I need this job, badly!

" Hah " The man pulls out a sarcastic laugh.

" You will pay for this? " He taunts pointing to his clothes.

I nod my head in in unsurety. What did I get myself into?

" Do you know how much it costs? Your lifetime savings won't make up for this suit. It's fucking 50 k, so tell me how exactly will you pay me back? " He asks with his one brow raised, questioning me or more like humiliating me.

" I won't be able to sir. I'm sorry. " I whisper, looking down and back away a little bit. He has a way with inimidating people.

The manager leads the businessman to our owner Lisa's office right besides the reception.

The businessman enters without knocking while I stand outside waiting to be called by the boss. I have already messed up, I don't want to be disrespectful now.

" Are you waiting for an invitation or what? " A voice screeches out. I look up to see a woman, in her mid thirties, wearing the most elegant dress, with real rubbie embedded on it, her earings are made of blue diamond and on her neck rests a beautiful matching necklace. The length of the heel of her stilleto is longer than my short-lived career.

I hurriedly step in and stand besides, obediently.

" Tell me Noah, what seems to be the problem? " The woman asks politely.

" That seems to be the problem. " The man, named Noah points at me as if I am utter trash and my sole presence is a harm to his high standards. This man can make you feels so low with in a second.

" Madam, it was an accident. I was clumsy and I admit my fault. You can cut my salary or if Mr. Noah wants to punish me in any way then I accept it but I desperately need this job. " I beg, trying my luck.

" You're fired. " She says dismissively, paying no head to my plea. My hopes crushed now, I worked so hard to get this job. My previous job never made the bills and it was always huge headache.

" Please just one one more chance, I swear I won't mess up next time. " I beg. At this point I seem pathetic but anyine in my place will do the same. I have responsibilites.

" Do you want me to call the guards? " Lisa asks rudely. I shake my head in a negative and then leave the office with my head bowed down.

" So tell me sweetie, anything else I can do for my nephew? " Is the last thing I hear before leaving the resturant. So they are related.

As I step outside the resturant, the warm air hitts me and heat rushes in. The rays of the sun penetrate in, giving me a headache.

But I wait outside, waiting for Mr.Noah. I have to try one more time, I can't lose this job or else Morty will hurt me. No, Morty will freak out so bad, I have to try one more time.

After 15 minutes of holding myself together in the scorching heat, Mr. Noah finally comes out. I look at him with hopeful eyes. He glances at me, smirking and then puts on his black shades, heading towards his limousine.

I stop him in his path, clutching his hand tightly in desperation.

" Sir please understand my helplessness, I beg of you to give my back my job. Surely the boss will listen to you as you are closely related. " I beg, sounding extremely desperate.

" Leave my cuff. " He orders in a strong voice.

" No, not until I get my job back. You're not being fair sir. " I insist, admanant on getting my job back.

The man loses his temper, he within a second rotates his writs such that my wrist is under his control.

" Don't fucking pester me peasant. " He grits out, probably annoyed by my needy attitude.

He then instead of leaving my wrists, puts pressure on it. It starts hurting and I try to pull my wrists back.

" Stop it Sir, you're hurting me. " I whimper with tearful eyes.

The man leaves me with a push and I fall to the ground. The man sits in his imported limousine and drives away, leaving a jobless and broken me in the the smoke of the car.

If I am not able to pay Morty back in time, he will again abuse me and my little brother. I need to find a new job fast!

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You know, the rich man, Noah he could have just forgiven me. 50 thousand dollars isn't much for people like him, but he had to make a fuss about it.

He did that, because he had the power to do so. Rich people are so insensitive, they can never understand the problems of people like me.

I was acting destitude, that is because I have certain obligations, I did that because of my conditions. I would have never begged him if I was a free person, who didn't have to worry about the bills, the rent, making ends meet, my little brother's expenses and most of all, the goon Morty.

" Hey Emma, that was Noah Enrique. " Jess, a waitress in the same resuturant explains, reminding me of the exiatance of the man due to whom I lost my job.

" But why was he harassing you? " Jess asks confused.

" Harassing... "

" I mean why was he holding your wrist like that? Is he interested in you? Did he offer you something and you denied it so he threw you away with force. What happened between you guys? I can't even believe Noah Enrique is interested in you. " Jess exclaims, yeah she is that type of girl who is always interested in gossip.

Before I can deny her made up story, she shoves her phone right in my face.

" Here see, I got the whole thing recorded to show to other girls, it will be such a great story. People will pay to hear it out and even better watch it. " She exclaims, excitedly.

An idea pops in my head.

" Hey Jess,  can you send me that video. So I can remember my moment with The Noah Enrique. " I lie, though the lie itself disgusts me.

" Yeah sure.  " She replies and then goes for work.

This isn't the real time to arrive for work, but she gets away with it since she is dating our manager. I mean she is pretty, tall and beautiful, why wouldn't anyone date her?

I sigh and go back home. I'm greeted by my brother of age 4. Sadly he doesn't go to school yet,  I can't afford it for now. I thought this new job will help me a lot as it pays a handsome amount but I just lost it so now I'm doomed.

I play with my little brother Timothy, short for Tim for sometimes before there is a knock on my door.

I look through the peep hole to see it is the goon Morty.

" Morty.. Why are... you here? " I ask, scared.

" You know very well,  open the door bitch. " He shouts in a gruff voice.

I slowly open the door and he barges in. He is a tall and rough looking man. He has a lot of muscles on himself but no woman can ever find him pretty. He has such a bad stink.

" My money. " He states.

I lower my head, biting my lips. The thing is, I was supposed to get my paycheck today,  but I got fired and now I won't get any paycheck at all. Those are the rules of the restaurant.

" Speak up bitch, did you go mute? " He asks aggressively. Losing his temper. Morty loses his temper quite fast.

" I couldn't get your money, but I swear I'll get it by tomorrow. I'll get it to you I swear please don't hurt us. " I start pleading because I know where this is heading to.

" You took fucking 90 thousand dollars from me for that piece of shit's treatment and I gave it to you. You were supposed to return that money in 6 months and now it has been a year and only 20 thousand dollars have been paid so far.  Where is the rest of the money? " He screams like a mad man, kicking the sofa causing it to fall down and create a heavy voice.

Me and Tim both flinch, scared. Tim hides behind me.

" Why couldn't you get my money today? " He asks bewildered.

" I.. I got fired. " I reply and with in an instant I am met with a tight slap, causing me to fall down. My cheek stings and the rooms spins for me.  It takes time to get my vision straight.

" Fucking bitch can't do a single job right. now how will I get my money? " He screams.

" I'll give it to you somehow... just please don't cause a scene. "

He advances towards Tim and picks him up roughly by his collar.

" I'm going to hurt this brat really bad. You either give me the money by tomorrow night or I'll **** this whole house up and take your brother with me. " Morty warns, finally leaving Tim.

He eyes the botth of us dangerously, we're both lying miserably on the floor before he finally decides to leave.

I run towards Tim and try to relax him as he is crying and so am I. After 10 minutes of effort, he falls asleep and I place him in his bed. I wipe my tears to get myself a glass of water to calm my nerves.

Just then Noah Enrique comes to my mind. I need money and fast. I think about what Jess said.

What if I can threaten him into giving me money with the help of that video.

It is risky but what other option do I have? I look at my other options and I find none.

I finally decide to go with my option, it is evil but I have no other choice.

I find his e-mail through the the internet and decide to mail him.

I first mail the video alone. Then I mail him the following message

Transfer 70 thousand dollars to the account provided, or else this video will go viral.

I send the mail, my heart beating quite rapidly. In normal circumstances, I wouldn't have ever done that. But my circumstances are no where near normal.

I wait for an hour before I finally get a mail back, that was quick!

Waitress, you do realize the consequences of your action?

I get a message,  not on mail but from his private number. I freak out a little bit,  but I've come this far,  it would be useless to back out now.

I can defame you for sexual harassment, the video itself is a prove. If you do not want any threat to your career, send the money or else prepare yourself for the havoc. People will boycott your company.

I try to sound intimidating but feel like I'm failing.

Nothing like that happened, we both know it waitress.

I read his reply, thinking for a second and then text back.

You know that, I know that, but other people don't know that. They will believe whatever the video shows, and your image will be ruined. You might even face charges of sexual harassment so think wisely.

I enter the send button.

I don't get a reply for the next 30 minutes and that makes me anxious. Did I make a wrong decision?

Finally my phone beeps and I run towards it, I open his reply and relief spreads over me.

Fine, 70 thousand dollars, cash. Come to my office. The address is ***. You personally hand me the footage and I'll give you the money.

His text makes me extremely happy. Finally all my problems will end. I won't have to be scared for Morty. My debt will be paid and I can finally think about other stuff like Tim's education.

I'll easily get the money tomorrow.

Nothing can go wrong, right?

I just have to get the money.

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