Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 574 – Serving The Arrogant Brothers (Beatrice)
I slipped into t*ight jeans and a gray shirt, throwing my hair up into a high ponytail before heading out for the job. If I land this gig, I’ll aim to stash away some cash so I can cover the rent and give my mom a chance to kick back and maybe even start dating again.
I know she’s hesitant about dating due to past traumas with the wrong people, but I genuinely believe she deserves someone who can show her love and treat her right for once in her life. But for now, I’ve got a mission at hand. I need to win over the manager.
“Good evening, hope I’m not running late,” I approached the backroom and tapped on the open door, gestured inside by a suited man. I heard he only came down for job interviews.
The manager, a forty-something family man, seemed content from what I gathered. A happy family guy, so I figured he might be a bit more relatable when chatting with teenagers.
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“Take a seat,” he said, removing his glasses and setting his phone aside.
“Thanks,” I murmured as I settled into the chair. Honestly, I wasn’t fond of being around wealthy folks. They often came off as snobbish and full of themselves, always reminding us poorer folks that they were above us.
“Beatrice Mintz!” he exclaimed, scanning through my papers.
“Mintz is actually my surname, given to me by my father’s–,” I trailed off, realizing how ridiculous it sounded.
“Hmm! So, Beatrice, you’re young and probably one of those teenagers who think they deserve respect even when they don’t show any to others. But here’s the thing, in this establishment, people from all over town come to relax and have a good time. Since alcohol’s involved, they can get a bit unruly. Now, what would a good server do in such a situation?” I struggled to figure out which part of his spiel I should focus on first.
First, he passed judgment on me, then he labeled basic rights as teenage entitlement. And now, he was quizzing me on how I’d handle a rude customer, without any assurance that someone would have my back if things went south.
But was I going to do anything about it? Probably not. I was desperate for money, and I figured if I could steer clear of such customers, I’d be alright.
“I’ll politely diffuse the situation and ensure they have a pleasant experience here,” I forced a smile onto my l*ips, letting him see that I wasn’t taking offense to his ridiculous question, even though I was seething inside.
“Hmm, good,” he nodded, pursing his l*ips.
“Then I’ll give you a task. You’ll be assigned a table to serve tonight. Once they’re well taken care of, I’ll ask them about you. If they’re satisfied, the job is yours,” he smiled, diving back into his phone and scrolling through some lists.
“Table number 4 is yours for the night,” he said, and I nodded eagerly. I was excited, so I quickly rose to my feet. But before I could make my exit, he called out to me once more.
“Um, Beatrice! Just one last question,” he paused, making me raise an eyebrow at him. “You won’t be wearing those clothes for work, right? I mean, do you have any nicer outfits?”
I just stared at him, and he continued, “The servers here are always well-dressed. It creates a good impression for the customers.” “Sure, I’ve got some decent clothes,” I once again plastered on a smile for him.
“Remember, skirts and shorts are preferred,” he winked at me, as if we’d discussed this before. I gave him yet another fake smile before leaving his office, inwardly grunting with annoyance. My mother was right. Places like these could be a challenge, but when you’re desperate!
With a sigh escaping my l*ips, I headed to the bar and leaned against the counter to scope out the table I’d been assigned.
There were a few guys at table 4, which meant this shift might be over sooner. Men usually don’t complain much. Just give them a smile and they’re good, right?
Wrong!
Not everyone is the same, and the customers at table 4 were far from pleasant. As I began to step closer, I realized who I’d be dealing with. I paused briefly, rolling my eyes and taking a deep breath before approaching them.
“Hey, good evening! How can I assist you tonight?” I flashed a wide smile, holding a notepad in my hand, and watched as the mischievous brothers turned to look at me one by one.
It felt like a scene from a movie, and I was stunned by the way they all stared at me before bursting into laughter. I bet even they were surprised by how many times we’d come face-to-face.
“Ah! Since when did such a high-class bar start hiring homeless people?” Obviously, the comment came from Maddox. He always held himself in high regard. Akin was engrossed in his phone, barely raising his head. It was the first time I’d seen him in casual clothes. The black jacket looked really good on him. He sat next to his brother with a man bun and a brown jacket. Maddox and Zane were together, with Maddox wearing a white jacket and Zane in a gray sweater.
“What would you like to order tonight?” I continued, already regretting it. The bar was more like a hostess bar, so I was supposed to appear cheerful and make them feel superior.
“Are you on the menu?” After a brief silence, it was Zane who made the remark, then he raised his eyes to meet mine. I gulped and shook my head, but I kept the smile plastered on my l*ips.
“Martinis,” Helel raised his hand and waved his f*ingers. “For all of us, and then leave us alone for a few minutes.”
The way he said it, I could tell he wasn’t in a pleasant mood. I quickly nodded in agreement. But as I was about to walk away, I overheard something from them that didn’t sit well with me.
“They should not have hired her here. She flipped Helel out earlier,” Maddox reminded his brothers of my actions, only making them angrier at me.