Mafioso daddy and the Sweet babysitter

Marília is a young woman of twenty-three years, works in a restaurant called Sweet Menu. She lost her parents a few years ago and in criminal circumstances, and that makes her carry in her heart an immense pain and bitterness. It was a rainy day, and she walked hurriedly from the bus stop to her workplace, which was fifteen minutes from there. A car passed quickly and ended up throwing all the water from a puddle on top of it.

“But what a son of a bitch!” She recorded that plaque mentally, knew that the possibility of finding that person again was almost nil.

She was late because of that setback and with the wet clothes.

“Again late Marília?” The boss grumbled, the old man never liked her work and always played a certain charm, but as he realized that she would never give up her amorous advances preferred to pursue her. Making her job impossible whenever she has the opportunity.

“I’m sorry, Mr Adalberto, as you can see I was taken by surprise by a car and a puddle of mud!”

“Maybe if I walked with a little more attention, I wouldn’t go through situations as ridiculous as this. Go at once to your work and do something useful.”

“Yes sir!”

Marília

I went straight to the bathroom and dressed my waitress uniform, my friends always encourage me to find another place to work and that here I will never be valued as a human being or as a professional. I’m alone in this world, I can’t be without work! I dressed quickly, took my notes and went to the dining room to meet some customers who were already arriving in droves.

[…]

Vinicius arrived at the restaurant with his seven-year-old daughter Yasmin, he had already booked one of the tables. The girl was a stubborn and very spoiled girl, who always had everything she wanted from her father. Vinicius gave her everything that money could buy to fill his absence in many important moments of his life.

Marília saw them waiting for service, found that man very beautiful and elegant and prepared to provide them with good service as he always did for all customers.

“Good evening, here are our prices.” Marília gave them the menu, Vinicius greeted her politely and Yasmin too.

“Daddy, I’ll have pasta, Trofie al Pesto and let me see…”

“Don’t you think it’s too much for such a delicate little girl?” Marília just wanted to avoid a waste, of course, a seven-year-old girl would not eat so many things.

“I want that, and my father can pay!” Yasmin replied by confronting her and making the young woman embarrassed.

“Bring at once what my daughter asked, you are not here to oversee the requests and just bring them to the table.” He paid in advance, Marilia left that table feeling the worst of people, should not have said anything to that little girl.

Marília

What an arrogant man, no wonder the girl is the reflection of her father’s arrogance. If I wasn’t having so many problems in this job, I wouldn’t even go to that table anymore and pass the service to any other waiter. I continued to attend the other tables, trying not to think about what happened, what a terrible day, first that mud bath and now all this arrogance. While I was waiting tables, I realized that the man was looking at me, despite being a complete ignorant I have to admit that he is very beautiful and elegant.

“Marília, the order for table two is ready!”

I had to face those beasts one more time, took the tray and went there.

“Excuse me, here it is!” I organized everything on that table as fast as I could, and I just wanted to go back there to get the bill.” Anything else you need? “Say no, for God’s sake!”

“Yes! I want you to sit here.”

That little girl could only be playing, I looked right into her father’s eyes.

“Daughter, the girl is here working!”

“But I want her to sit with us daddy, ask her now!”

This girl just wanted to prove that her father’s money could buy everything in this world, company, friendships… What kind of values does this man give her?

[…]

Vinicius knew that refusing Yasmin’s request would be much more work than trying to do her will.

“Sit with us, girl!”

“I can’t, sir, I’m working now.”

“Tell me how much you make per night, and I’ll pay.”

“It’s not about how much I earn per night, I can’t sit with customers.”

“My father can pay for you to stay here with us.” The little girl insisted, until Vinicius called the manager.

“What is happening? I can already imagine, Marília is causing problems once again!”

“Not so, Mr Adalberto…” Before Marília tried to explain, Vinicius stepped forward.

“I just want to know, how much do you pay this girl a night to work here?”