At the bar
1130 Words
CAMILA POV
I was fired that afternoon immediately because the rich man ordered the manager to. I tried to plead my innocence and be given a chance to at least prove it but the one didn't allow it.
"You've already been rude to me which made you lose every chance, so suck it up." With that, he gave the manager a tip in his pocket and then left the restaurant with his friend without looking back.
I gasped and turned to the manager, "You really didn't mean that, did you? You can't possibly fire me."
"I'm sorry, Camila but don't you know who you just quarreled with?"
"No, and I don't care! He's a devil and I don't want to know someone like that."
"You see, that's the attitude that got you fired. Keep it up and you won't even get a job as a janitor." The man shook his head and then left me standing there in disbelief.
The customers began whispering to themselves. It must have been louder than that but I had zoned out, and my surroundings had slowly quiet down as my brain tried to process what happened.
I couldn't believe I was just fired unjustly. The manager must have known I didn't take the wallet but he still took that horrible jerk's side and kissed up to him.
"Hey, Camila!" I heard the manager call out to me. I quickly snapped back to reality and answered him, in hopes he had a change of heart. "Hurry up and leave. I don't want them coming back and still see you here, it'll put me in a spot."
I sighed and went to the inner room where we kept all our stuff. I took mine and dashed out of the restaurant.
I pray I never meet that man again because if I ever do, I'll surely give him a piece of my mind.
*****
I spoke with Maya, my roommate and fortunately, there was an opening in the bar where she worked as a waitress.
Saturday nights were their busiest nights so they always needed more workers that night and I gladly went and applied.
I resumed work that very night because I was promised to be paid for the day's work and I couldn't be any happier.
That night, I went around serving the men who crowded the room, busy drinking, talking, and watching the pole dancers as they entertained them and aroused their dirty desires.
I went from table to table with a friendly smile. A lot of men tried to hit on me but I had to be smart and get away in the nicest and flirtatious way I could. This was the reason I didn't want to wait at a bar but because of that jerk, I had no choice. I had bills to pay and most importantly, my design classes.
I sighed and tried to bring down my skirt a little so it would cover more of my thighs but it was pointless, the skirt the bar manager gave me was hopelessly short and only the men watching me behind knew if they could see my underwear or not.
I went over to the drink shelves and looked around to see who needed me until my eyes landed on someone awfully familiar.
I bit my lower lip trying to remember but my train of thought was interrupted when the bartender tapped me on my shoulder.
"Please take this to the table over there." He pointed at the table close to the man that seemed familiar. The man kept on drinking.
He chunked glass after glass of alcohol down his throat and after a while, he gave up on using the glass and drank directly from the bottle.
I have no idea what he was going through or wasn't making him punish himself like that but I had to stop him before he killed himself with alcohol.
I quickly delivered the drinks requested by the table close to him then went over to him. He was about to put the bottle back in his mouth but I stopped him. I dragged it from him and then set it far from him on the table but if he stretched his hands, he could definitely reach it.
The man looked up at me and a crease formed on his forehead, his green eyes glared at me and realization slowly crept in. The flashy lights in the room had been disturbing my eyes but this time they helped out and I could see the man's face clearly now.
"You!" We said simultaneously.
The man scoffed then crossed his arms around his chest, "What do we have here? Have you come to steal again?" He mocked with a smug smirk on his face. "So you didn't learn your lesson?"
My blood boiled seeing him again. He had wrongly accused me and made me lose my honest job.
He straightened his face and let his eyes roam about, his eyes trailed down my legs and the corner of his mouth curled up. "So you were a prostitute. I knew that the perfect fall on my lap couldn't have been an accident, you killed two birds with one stone."
I lost it, hearing those words from him made me see red and before I knew it, my hand flew through the air and landed on his cheek.
"How dare you!" He shouted as he placed a hand on his red cheek. "I see you didn't learn your lesson and didn't want to keep this job, don't worry, I'll take it off your hands." He turned in the direction of the bartender who had been watching us with his mouth wide open. "Get the manager!" He shouted and although the room was filled with loud music, his voice was heard loud and clear.
The bartender scurried away and the man turned to me again, "You're lucky I don't hit women or else… Just start leaving because you've lost yet another job."
Although it pained me, I knew he was right especially when I saw the manager running out looking worried. His eyes sent me daggers and I knew I had lost this job. I lost two jobs in a day just because of that man.
*****
I packed my things and left the bar immediately. My head hung low as I carried myself but I came to a halt once the corner of my eye caught a red sports car in the bar's parking lot.
A smile danced on my face as a wicked idea popped into my head. I had to do the only thing I could do in my power.
I picked up a stone and smashed his windscreen with it and the car alarm went off immediately.
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