Chapter 12 - Dropped a Bomb (1/2)
Olivia's entourage entered through the backdoor of Cultural Center. With a dozen security detail in tow, the men blocked their madam from all prying eyes.
A little lass with a name pin 'Yana' welcomed the entourage through the backdoor and ushered them to their booth on the balcony floor. Although this was Yana's third job for the day and she's on the brink of exhaustion that her legs were starting to sleep on its own, she kept a smile on her face and walked along the long and winding corridors. She was told that they have two VVIP guests tonight and Olivia was the VVIP that she luckily picked. With a smile on her face as if her feet was not in pain from a daylong of standing in heels, she opened the booth's door for Olivia's entourage.
Her mouth hung open but quickly closed when she finally saw who her VVIP guest was. Dressed in a black velvet gown with only one long sleeve on her left arm, Olivia looked elegant and fashionable at the same time. Olivia noticed the girl and remembered straight away when and where she saw the lass before.
”Good evening, Ms. Lin. I'll be your hostess tonight. If you need anything, just let me know,” Yana said professionally while bowing down. Of course, she'll recognize who Olivia was even though the manifest didn't mention her name due to 'privacy'. Once Yana's done greeting Olvia, she moved to the bar cart to whip up a drink or two, one for the miss and one for her. She was crying internally when she remembered what she saw in that check this afternoon at the restaurant.
On her way to the counter that afternoon, she didn't notice the bill because she was too focused on Olivia's diamond-encrusted black royal credit card. When she punched the ticket, however, she was flabbergasted at her tip.
$1
She blinked twice and blinked once more but the amount stayed the same. Yana looked at the group in the VIP section of the restaurant, laughing at the weird gentleman beside Mr. Lin.
Back in Private Booth 1, Yana wanted to spit on her VVIP's champagne for she knew tonight she'll be slaving herself and won't be equally compensated. This Olivia Lin with an exclusive diamond-encrusted black royal credit card is the miser of all misers. Yana was fooled with her sweet smile that afternoon… but not anymore.
”How many more jobs do you have?” Olivia asked, her hand suspended in the air as she waited for Yana to place the champagne-filled glass in her hand.
”Three, Ms. Lin. This is the last for tonight,” Yana curtly replied.
Olivia eyed Yana from head to toe, scrutinizing the lass with a small face. She had her fair share of helpers growing up and she could tell at first glance the experienced ones from those who were not. Given that Yana worked at three high-end places meant she had exceptional training in client services. Olivia tilted her head towards Secretary Gail's direction, sending her order through telepathy to which the secretary nodded her reply.