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Alex POV:
– Tonight will be one of the most important parties of the year. – starts explaining my boss. – The most important and influential people in all of Italy will be here. I don't want any mistakes.
If you think I don't have a better plan for a Saturday night, you're very wrong. But I guess the bills weren't going to pay themselves, and unfortunately I had plenty.
I couldn't complain about the job, it was easy enough and they paid well. But not everything was perfect, it wasn't that simple to endure the "high society" people. They always had something to say, that if it was salty, it had a lot of bubbles, few,... the case was complaining and the most I could say was sorry.
– Check that there is no shortage of snacks on the table, and remember once this starts offering a couple of drinks. – my manager asks me for the penguin when there's not much left to start with and that's what I do.
I approach the snack table that belongs to my section and check that everything is in order.
– I hear footballers are coming. – comments my partner and best friend Noa. – You think Dybala's coming?
– I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I remind you he's married.
– Just because he's married doesn't mean he's not handsome. – complains. – Ever since you left Matteo, you've been a bore.
– Just because I don't trust men and I don't want to know about them doesn't mean I'm boring.
And how can I trust them again, if the one who was my first and only boyfriend cheated on me as many times as he could and would have kept doing it if I hadn't found out.
– It's literally the same thing. You should believe in love again. – she says to after leave and do something she was sent to do.
Before I even realized the party had already started. The first few hours passed quite quietly, where I did the usual, offering drinks and snacks.
As the night progressed, I couldn't help but overhear by the penguin the various comments my coworkers were making.
Every time a handsome man with the appearance of being single entered the room, a small fight began for whom he would be offered a drink.
Poor stupid girls, they thought they'd have some kind of chance with them.
– Have you seen the boy who just walked in? I'm sure he's a footballer. – says one of them
