Kill Me Quick

Chapter 2

I feel my body shaken awake from my short slumber.  I stretch my hands as I take in my surroundings. 

'HUMPHREY WELLINGTON COUNTRY CLUB'.

I've heard of this place a couple of times. Let's say it's  a place that I'd have to save five years' worth of my salary just to visit it once. Only the elites come here. Some of my coworkers have talked about this place being their dream workplace.

I look at the couple in front of me suspiciously. "Doesn't the country club have its own workers?" Kristy snorts and gives her boyfriend a 'I told you so' look.

"Boss is really private and likes his things like that. So that brings me to this. You'll probably sign some confidential shit so don't panic. He just wants this to remain private. Don't talk about this anywhere, and you'll be good." Mace says, and Kristy gives him a quick peck on the cheek saying goodbye. She knows I'd ask more questions, and so I follow her out of the car, saying a quick goodbye to Mace.

We walk side by side to the gate where we write our names and reasons for getting into the club, then we are directed to a different building.

We find a chubby man giving out orders to the chefs.

"Hi. We're looking for Mr. Abruzzi." Kristy says as we head to him.

"It is I." He says in some deep Italian accent as he looks at something in his notepad.

"Mace sent us." Kristy answers, making him stop for a second, then turns to us and looks at us. He looks at Kristy from head to toe and nods, then turns to me. He lets out a short sigh and then nods again. "You'll do." He shouts something in Italian and then asks us to follow him.

We walk into a long pathway and suddenly stop in front of a door. The Abruzzi guy then takes out some keys and opens the door, revealing a small office. He walks to the other side and opens a drawer and takes out two documents, and hands them to us. "You have three minutes to read that and sign." He says.

We each take a copy, and I immediately read the heading: Non-Disclosure Agreement . Just like Mace had said. I raise my eyes to Kristy and see that she's already reading through it, and so I do an internal shrug and do the same.

The agreement is just about confidentiality and some suing threats, and so I sign knowing that with my busy schedule, I won't find the time to talk about it.

We are then given some blue and white uniforms. A white shirt and blue skirts, a little too short for my liking. We are directed to a place we can change and put our stuff for the time being. I get into one of the changing rooms and put on the uniform. I turn to the mirror at the back and notice that I don't look too bad even though I'm not really into skirts. I get out of the room to find Kristy applying some make-up. I take her perfume and apply it on the back of my ears, then tie up my hair into a low bun. Once I'm ready, I turn to Kristy, who is putting her stuff away, and we get out.

We find Mr Abruzzi, who shows us the bar and kitchen, even though we won't be going there, then the meeting place where we are to wait for the guests. We're expecting four of them. Mr Abruzzi tells us what we need to do, which seems easy. All we have to do is 'behave and smile'. He insisted on those two.

Kristy and I give each other a look as if telling each other "good luck" as we stand in our stations. A few minutes later, we hear some noise outside the doors and I make sure to put an award winning smile on my face.

The first man who gets in is 5'8, brown hair, and brown eyes. His face did seem familiar. Next to him was a man with a similar build but a bit taller with olive skin and a mustache. The second man made me realize who they are.

"Mr. Kent and Mr. Owens, welcome." Mr Abruzzi says ushering them inside. They are the CEOs of some tech company my dad used to talk about with his friends. They both seem to be in their forties. "Mr. Lauder will be with you shortly." He continues as he leads them to the sitting area. He then signals me to offer them a drink and  I walk towards them.

"Good evening, gentlemen. What drink would you like to start with as you wait?" I ask as soon as I stand in front of them. The men stop talking amongst themselves and give me their attention. Mr. Owens, the brown haired one, looks at me from top to bottom before smirking.

"A scotch will be fine." He says. The other one replies with 'water'. I nod respectfully and leave. I give the order to another girl as directed and go back to my position. A minute passes, and I register what Mr Abruzzi told the men. Mr. Lauder.  Luka Lauder?

That is the most influential man in the country, if not continent! He's a private man. A very private man. Most people don't know what he looks like, but I might have an idea. If he's the same boy I used to have a crush on ten years ago before my dad passed on.

I hear he's ruthless. He hasn't been seen for the last two years since his accident, but he never stopped ruling the business world. I see the door on my left open from my peripheral view and so I walk towards it, knowing it's the drinks from the bar. In the meantime time, Mr. Abruzzi opens the front doors for who I'm assuming is Mr. Lauder, but I don't dare turn. I take the cart with the drinks and push it to the gentlemen and serve them.

There are now three men, and so I ask him what he'd like, but I notice the features are totally different from the Luka Lauder I knew.

"I'm sorry, he couldn't join today." The new man says to the two others as I serve him the skotch too. Luckily I was given a full bottle and extra glasses. He asks for some ice and I drop three cubes in the glass then put it on the table in front of him.

"That was to be expected." Mr. Owens says with a short laugh but I could easily tell it wasn't a pleased one. I walk back to my station again. The same goes on with the food but it was Kristy's turn. It must have been about two hours in when sudeenly the new guy who I now know as Cole Adams calls me telling me to take his coat to his room and get him another one of the same color in his closet. He tells me his room number and I take his stained jacket.

"Room 836." I mutter to myself as I get to that floor after getting off the elevator. 833, 834, 836,837 and I see it. I open the door and place the jacket in a clothes hamper next to what I think is the bathroom door and get into the closet only to collide into a body. Scratch that. A naked hot male body. I scream.