Club
Chapter 37
The club unlike how she pictured it was amazing.
Men and women, young boys and girls that looked and breathe the class could be seen dancing, whirling and twirling their bodies to the rhythm of the music.
"It's so nice here," Ashley mumbled, picking up the bottle of drink and gulping all the content down into her stomach before Mikhail would even snatch the bottle from her.
She winked at him, stood up from the chair, and began to dance.
"What are you doing?" Mikhail asked, frowning that she was even dancing in a situation like this.
She had finished a whole bottle of Morgan Rum, not that it was too concentrated but with someone like her, he was beginning to worry.
Worry? That was something that didn't even walk past him and now he was worrying for someone else?
"Ashley." He began but she was already lost in the crowd, dancing like never before.
Was she this excited about Italy?
He was an Italian, there was nothing special about Italy...Just Mafias and Food!
Looking up at the other mini stage, he saw her hold the pole and began to twirl.
Well..this was something he was not going to be happy about.
He could see the men's eyes on her, this was not acceptable.
Ashley was going to be punished later.
Maybe, after all, she did not read the contract very well.
Standing up, he kicked past the other bottles that had been dropped on the floor due to tipsiness.
He walked to the pole and grabbed her arm.
Ashley was not going to take that as a No.
She'd struggle all her life to be where she was.
That day when she had run to Mikhail for help, she wasn't thinking straight after all he was the only rich person she knew...well apart from Olive and Bruce which she didn't want to disturb.
Mikhail was a monster but she knew that he was not a monster to her, well to some points he'd shown her his true colors but then there were little good memories she had of him and those little ones suppressed the bad, well not totally.
Struggling to take her hand off his grip, she felt her leg leave the ground.
She was not drunk but she was drunk nevertheless but that didn't mean that Mikhail would carry her on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes!
"Put me down you piece of shit!" She cracked, hitting his shoulder so hard but he didn't even bulge.
Was the made of steel? Or rock?
Even rocks split!
"Let me go!!"
*****
The weather was nice as Sandra slid back into her jacket suit.
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror and gave herself a thumbs up.
She arranged her hair and stepped out of the apartment.
The apartment Mikhail had gotten for them was nice and well furnished, not that she was not pissed with him but he was trying...Sometimes she wondered if her sister had changed him or if he was changing for her.
Nevertheless, he had walked to the hospital that day and asked about her mother.
Sandra sighed, she could see the company from where she sat in the taxi.
She was two minutes late.
"Here is your chance Ma'am." The cab man said.
She nodded, collecting the money and stuffing it into her bag.
She waved at the man and walked to the woman that stood outside waiting for her.
"Tell me I'm safe Avery." She muttered, staring at the lady who huffed before she began to walk away.
Damn! She was already in problem.
"Hi, Lucille." She waved.
"You're in no position to wave at people Sandra if I were you I'd begin running to my office..Run as if your life depends on it," Avery said.
"It was the traffic."
"The traffic is not a good excuse Sandra, think of something else before you meet him. He's so pissed."
"He's so pissed that I'm late?" Sandra asked, confused.
She knew it was wrong to be late to work but then why was he so worked up?
He could suspend her or punish her but he was pissed?
'Shut up Sandra, would you like him to be pissed or suspend you?' Her mind scolded.
"Go in and beg for your life," Avery said, as they came in front of his office.
Luckily for her, the glass walls are his office had been closed due to the blinks.
She knocked on the door and when she didn't hear anything..she opened the door and walked in.
"Good morning Sir.."
"Get out."
"Huh Sir, I was..."
"You knocked and I said nothing, didn't that give you the impression that I don't want to be disturbed? Get out." It came again.
He was sitting on his chair, the back of the chair facing her as he stared at a portrait of a woman.
She nodded, turning around and leaving the office.
Women were always the problem for their downfall.
"What did he say? Did he scold you too much?" It was Avery.
"He didn't say a thing, Avery, he only asked me to get out of his office as he stared at one portrait of a woman. Maybe he got heartbroken." Sandra said, clicking her tongue.
"Thank God you're alive Sandra, you should thank your stars."
Sandra shook her head.
Avery was making it seem like he was a monster.
A terrible monster that sucked people's blood and rip off their heads from their bodies with a long huge pickle.
"Work on this, if you want to be safe from him today...work on this," Avery said, leaving the office.
Sandra heaved a deep breath.
She didn't know what to think of Avery again.
One minute the woman was supporting her and the other, she would be punishing her and giving her loads of work.
Picking the files, one by one she prayed her stay would not go bad.
She didn't know what was wrong with her Boss.
But she didn't want to get into any mess, as she was his secretary.
