Rich kinda assholey Price anyone???
You're a waitress of a rather fancy restaurant. You've dealt with a lot of rich people ever since working there - some being nicer than others.
You were happily doing your job one day until your manager pulled you to the side.
"I need you to go and ask the gentleman at table seven to stop smoking"
"Because I'm asking you to, try not to cause a scene" he shoos you away and before you know it, you're at the table filled with business looking men.
You cleared your throat before opening your mouth and for some reason you felt nervous. You've done this job for years but for some reason you're palms are feeling rather sweaty.
"Sir?" you aim your voice towards him and he turns around, eyeing you head to toe before raising a brow.
"You're not allowed to smoke in here, you're more than welcome to take it outside though" you say with a polite smile and hope he doesn't see how nervous you are, the rich feed on that.
He turns around and you scoff slightly. How rude.
"Sir-" you start but get interrupted.
"Come here" he beckons you with his fingers over his shoulder and you grind your teeth - you're not a dog - you thought as you do as he says.
You're standing between him and another man and he grabs your apron, pulling you closer. He looks up at you from where he sits, cigar hanging from his lips and slides something into your pocket.
"I'm sure that'll settle this problem" you're speechless as you nod before walking away. You knees felt weak as you carried yourself to the back room behind the bar.
Looking down at your apron, you saw it was bulging out and reached inside. Your hand gripped what was inside and your heart was beating out of your chest.
A wad of cash sat in your hand and you knew it was enough to pay your rent for at least 6 months.