His Little Secret

"Room 957, I will greatly appreciate it if you can take me there." Rhett raised her eyebrows as she pointed to a card. She would come to work at the party for the night, which paid well.

"You can help yourself!" Crystal pushed him away, then tucked the card back into his shirt before slowly moving forward. This was a party for the wealthy; if she could assist him, she would be rewarded handsomely; if he was not kind enough, she could take some of his possessions.

She turned back and took his hand. "I will help you!" His room was only a few steps away from their current location; she only had to wake up for a minute before she arrived, authorized the card, and the door opened.

"You are so heavy!" She said that after putting him to bed, it was time for her to do her job. She moved closer to him, searching his pockets; his eyes were already closed, and he was probably too drunk to remember what she stole from him.

She was searching through her pockets when she felt his hand pull her in; she was only a few inches away from his face at the time. "What are you doing?" he inquired.

'He is still awake!' She screamed in her mind, wondering why she had not been more cautious.

"I am helping you with your clothes." She said nervously, smiling and ready to get out of his bed, but he still pulled her back.

"But I do not know you..." He whispered in a low voice, appearing uncomfortable; she could only persuade him otherwise.

"You begged me to help you, and I did, so do not blame me," she said nervously, but he still held her arm tightly.

"I am not his son, so I do not trust you, I do not trust anyone," he said, drawing him closer to her, her heart racing. Rich people usually have a lot of bodyguards; what if they showed up at this moment and held her down, refusing to let her leave?

"Since I have helped you, let me go," she hurriedly stood up, but he pulled her back, her lips landing on his.

"You..." She said and tried to slap him, but he was already sleeping, so she could not hurt him; it was probably not intentional, she sighed as she stormed out of the room.

"I have not taken anything from him," she hit her head as soon as she remembered, turning back to see a guard already standing at the door, what a missed opportunity.

'MORNING!!' The hotel attendant screamed from outside; he could not have entered the room without permission, and based on the number of knocks, the person inside was most likely sleeping.

Rhett got out of bed, exhausted from being woken up so early and still drowsy. He opened the door and found the attendant standing there.

"You must move out as soon as possible because your pay has expired!" The attendant said, and Rhett nodded slowly, thinking it was the stupidest reason to wake someone in the morning. He slammed the door shut and returned to his bedside.

He took his phone and saw fifteen missed calls from Ash, so he quickly called him back to see what was going on.

"You are already involved in a scandal, and thousands of reporters are waiting at the door!" He screamed, and Rhett arched his brow; this was not such a big deal to him.

"Why are you acting surprised?" "It happens all the time, it is fine," he put down the phone and was about to hang up when he heard him say.

"It is different this time around, there is evidence," Ash screamed at the top of his lungs, loud enough for him to hear.

"What evidence could they possibly possess?" He inquired, perplexed, as he had never done anything wrong. "There are pictures; I will send them to you." Ash said this over the phone and quickly hung up, expecting the pictures.

Dan Café

"How did things go at the hotel yesterday?" Lucy inquired curiously; her friend had gotten a really good deal to work at the party for the rich, so she should have made some money.

"It was not good for me at all; I completely forgot about the deal, and there were guards afterward," she shook her head, still regretting the previous day's events.

"How could you pass up such a fantastic deal?" Lucy dropped the glass in her head, frustrated that Crystal could not get anything out.

"What are you going to do with the expenses? I doubt you will find such a good deal again," Lucy remarked, shaking her head.

"I really hope I see one," she said sulkily, turning to face their manager.

"You are here gossiping again; go attend to some customers," he said, and they rolled their eyes before walking away; the manager can be overbearing for the money he pays at times.

Despite the difficulties, Rhett eventually walked into the company, and Ash was there to support him.

"What will we do?" He inquired nervously, aware that it was his responsibility to express his concerns; he could only ask how he could help.

"I remember being drugged; get me the lady's information," Rhett asked, and Ash smiled.

He had gone to a business party in the hopes of getting a good deal, but he had been drugged, and the only person who could help him was Crystal.

"It is already on your table," he said, and Rhett arched his brow, showing that he was getting better at his job.

He looked through the file and smiled when he found nothing wrong with it; the rumors would most likely die down in a few days, which was fine as long as she was not a threat.

"Ash!" He called, and Ash walked right in, ready to take command. "Get me..." He was about to say when he realised he had told her everything.

"Get the car ready!" He screamed, terrified that his secret would be discovered.

"Someone wants to see you," a waiter said, and she dropped her gloves in rage. He was already preparing to complete the day's tasks, so who could it be now?

"Lead the way," she said, and she slowly followed her, eventually arriving at a well-decorated section of the café that appeared to be reserved for the wealthy.

"Who is so important?" She inquired while slowly opening the curtains.

He smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, CEO of Lix Enterprise!"