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job I can get. Balancing two jobs is tough enough, and taking on this weekend gig is a lot. But the extra cash is worth it, and since it's right after my shift at the re

d to take care of your own guests is that, aside from the amazing tips, you only have one person to serve. Unfortunately, some of the guests behave as if the place is a hooker's

ve, and besides, it's not that far from the restaurant. I quickly head toward the changing rooms when I

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dn't find a cab. I literally

e because I know how much you need the tips. I specifically told you to arrive at least an h

n again. I'm not usually this sluggish. Just let

as no one to serve him, I had to assign Miley to take care of it and d

ly? Ugh, com

warns in

com

and Miley have going on don't just br

g as she doesn't

a note of finali

to work the

the masses besides perverted old men who want to touc

e for me, please! I

se I know how much you need it,

good people don't call

t pus

ay, holding

guest that we were just informed will be arriving, even thou

quick," I reply a

or swings open. Miley stands there, I roll my eyes, I atte

t to tell me to take over. Of course, I asked him to wait a little longer because Lexi isn't the sluggish t

I reply with a smile of my own. With th

n the end. Sure, I lost one VIP guest, but I gained another who I hear is more... what's the wor

taken," I say while striding past her. "Oh, and just so you won't waste any more time looking it up, 'pe

one way or another. Miley is the biggest snake who has always been a thorn in my flesh, No matter how much I try to ge

, here's all you need to know about your guest: His name is Bran

me, Darren-Wi

a week before the event, so you can

in New York City knows it. But you said he's the

's the s

Rich Spoiled da

utting me off a

my bad

ot speak until spoken to. Serve exactly what he asked for. If he's with a guest, you know the drill, but your ma

not r

done...

ions by heart. You're not new t

Darren's assistant approach

's here.

iver or something. Just as he's about to open the car door, it swings open from the inside and nearly hits him in the face. The man quickly holds the door, and I find myself surprised by what I see. He stood at t

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nreadable, like they'd seen too much and cared too little.

d, like some Greek god had decided to try its luck at being rich in a modern ce

fine-looking man) I quietly say to myself. Just then, Mr.

welcome," he exclaims, e

of the blue since I didn't RSVP,"

y you could make it. This is m

et you, Mr. Wil

, Mrs. Anderson," he repl

ge of planning this event and all the others I've

" he r

taps me, and I k

be personally catering to you tonight, so if

ng, Mr. Wil

Darren just said. Instead, he begins walking i

m the gutter.Got it "Arrogant Billionaire, Limited edition" then.They can never be perfect; the