Chapter 1

A Chapter by Autumn Miss E.

Chapter 1

-“What the hell are you doing? How come you are so clumsy? Are you blind?”|

-“I am so sorry. I did not see you, I tripped over the bag … and I did not see it and then I accidentally …I am so sorry. I did not mean to spill the cup of coffee in your shirt. Please forgive me. I will clean it up in a few seconds.”

-“Hey hey, it’s ok. It’s just a shirt. Don’t worry. Jesus Kelly don’t be harsh on the girl. Let it go. She is just a waitress.”

I was about to cry in the middle of the bar. The whole suited up handsome client and the very stylish Miss Kelly who sat next to him and was looking him so passionately every single time he spelled a word were staring at me like I just set the whole place on fire. And my boss is furious at me apparently. I have some explanations to do after I clean up the whole mess. Here I go again at his table with the blood running in my face like a furious waterfall.

-“I am sorry again. I did not mean to trip and …”

-“Hey I already told you its fine. Please do not insist anymore because all that you will reach will be me in a pissed of suit and you will be feeling very unlucky for running on me. However, lucky for you I am done with the meetings for today so this dirty shirt won’t be much of a trouble. Now please leave me and the miss alone, and next time don’t trip in the middle of the bar. And here it goes an ironic smile. I smile back and leave ashamed.”

Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with these people? It was an accident. I am sure I am not the first waitress who trips over and spills coffee in a client’s shirt. It’s not a big deal, but then again I felt I was dying from shame. The whole bar was staring at me and at the moment I just wanted to disappear.

-“Get back in here. Two tables are waiting for your service.”Jim was shouting at me. It has been only a week since I started last Monday. This place is always filled with people who as far as I know work in big and important companies. Most of them are chief executives, directors or senior managers. Or at least this is what the suits say. They are all very handsome and talkative with whoever they are around on their table. Some of them come here early in the morning just order their coffee read the paper and leave without even saying good morning. I guess they have more important things to think about then to say Hi to the person who is serving their table. But whatever, I am here to do my job and I have tried to think and stick it in my mind since day one. Today I am not doing my job. Today I am staring the unknown hot client who happens to be accompanied by a beautiful lady. She is tall, blonde hair and is dressed chic and looks like absolutely gorgeous. Her appearance makes me feel inexistent and out of this world. God, I wish I looked like her. They leave the bar, and here I am outside cleaning the tables and looking like a fool as he passes away. Not even a single bye. But, why am I so concerned about what happened? Why can’t let it go? Is it because I know I will be crucified by my boss or because that was the first time I had a conversation with someone like him? Someone like him. I do not belong to the “handsome, beautiful, utterly fascinated people”. This is not where I belong. As I see someone like him who jumps in his car, has a personal driver and leaves. Of course he will leave. He will not stay with you and talk about your favorite books and movies. Who is he? You? Naaah. Why the bloody hell is he in my thoughts? Just drop it. Drop the god damn episode.

It’s 4 pm and my shift is over. I have classes this afternoon till 9’o clock and suddenly I feel immensely tired and sad at the same time. Having no idea why these feelings are running through my chest and head I take the bus and luck is on my side and here it is an empty spot. This is my final semester and no internship for me. How am I going to get a job? Am I going to be a waitress all my life? Right now I feel desperate. But wait, wait…I spot the same car outside a building not very far from my university. I am wrong, definitely wrong. Besides what do I know about expensive cars? They all look the same to me. So mister unknown is around? S**t, pull yourself together young lady! You have a class right now and you need to focus even though you are running late and probably the professor won’t let you in. Trying to speed up, I arrive at the class all sweaty and my hair is a mess. My shoulder bag has practically ruined my jacket and shirt and I am wearing jeans that happen to be a bigger size because this morning since I was late to iron the other ones. Standing in front of the door I am trying to breathe normally and hoping that my cheeks have not become red.

-“May I come in? I am sorry for being late”. Thanks god professor Thomas is in a good mood because he smiles at me and this is very weird, most of the time he is very serious and grumpy.

-“Yes, yes come in. We just started the presentation.”" What presentation? I thought we had a lecture.

- Holy crap. Oh my…what is he doing here? Why is he here? So the car outside the university is his? I can’t breathe. I hope he does not recognize me. But why would he. I am an ordinary face in the crowd and for sure not someone who draws attention. I sit down and try not making eye contact with him. He is wearing another suit. I am relieved and don’t actually know why. Professor starts talking.

-“Class today we have a guest lecturer. It was a last moment decision and thank you Mr. Jonathan Hart for making room in your busy agenda and honoring us with your presence today.”

Crap, he is Mr. Jonathan Hart, the famous stockbroker and the chief executive officer of one of the most famous banks in London. I have only heard his name on the news and no picture for him. He is very discrete and does not make public appearances. But he was at the bar today. Why was he at our bar? He should be having coffee at The Dorchester. Oh, good God. What have I done? What? I want to slap my face. Now my chances for getting a job in the finance world are zero.

-“My name is Jonathan Hart and I am 30 years old. I guess you can verify my age if you google me.” " For heaven’s sake I was right. I do not belong in his world, in the world he represents and if I am true to myself I know I will never be part of it. Being a normal girl, who works as a waitress and watches after elders in her spare time just for some extra pounds ain’t going to succeed in the finance market. No connections, no family name, no experience and most important of all no Miss Kelly appearance.

-“You will probably say how come he is 30 and is so powerful. How come he is today lecturing at us when he rarely gives interviews? The reason is simple. I believe in youth and I am a master in getting to know people just by a simple look. So by coming here today I am doing a market research on what will be the generation of the future in the finance world.”

And now I understand I am done. My chances are zero. Thank you lord for testing me and making me look like s**t in front of this man. I lost myself and the track of time in the 40 minutes lecture of life experience and when he leaves class I start to wonder if being born in a rich family maybe I would be working for him, with him, or maybe I would be working for myself. This man captured my attention. I don’t know if it is his charming look, his behavior or what he represents. As we take a break I realize I am miles away from what he represents. Well, working as a waitress is not so bad after all. Yeah, way to go Emily Wright. Your dream job starts tomorrow at 7 am.

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© 2014 Autumn Miss E.

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Laura Lynn

Riveting...I had not seen this perspective before of how much one would not be able to breathe about money and how if a person really wanted that prize then that is really the thing for him; at least not in what is completely realized at first; my breath is taken away to look at this beautiful man and (the women too so captivating, to him?) on the very edge of utter prosperity the like of which has not been dreamed not having had enough life experience to be able to compare it heretofore. There is nothing like it to compare to I feel reading it now; though I am sure I am quite mistaken, and tomorrow I will see and feel some lesser ecstasy. I know he has found the right place to be then and they were expecting him with great elation and desire of the man to be the more made. (I could be reading this wrong but this is what I'm picking up through a lot of personal interpolation and less interpretation.)

"the very stylish Miss Kelly," I like this because she is young and practically untouched it seems alluring in that way and she has a sense of propriety about clothing, to accentuate the body to dress it showing appreciation for fabric and different durable materials such that they are fashioned...