"Of course... here," I replied, handing her my card with a sense of anticipation. After scanning it, she assured me, "Thank you, Miss Xiang. Please hold on for just a moment while I finalize your reservation." I nodded in acknowledgment, patiently observing her as she worked with precision. After a brief wait that felt both exciting and nerve-wracking, she gestured for me to follow her to a dimly lit table that exuded intimacy and warmth. I took a seat, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over me as I thanked her once again for her assistance.
"A waiter will be with you shortly to take your order," she informed me kindly, her voice soothing. I appreciated the attentive service and took a moment to scan the surroundings, though my curiosity was short-lived as I settled into the ambience of the restaurant.
Moments later, the waiter arrived, and I couldn't help but admire the high quality of service being offered. "Hello and welcome to the Sky Restaurant. I'm your server, Surname Si. How may I assist you tonight?" he asked with a warm and inviting smile. In his late twenties, he was dressed in stylish attire that perfectly matched the restaurant's sophisticated ambience, further enhancing the overall atmosphere that surrounded me. I felt a sense of excitement bubbling within me as I prepared to indulge in the culinary delights that awaited.
I displayed both my room and identification cards at the entrance to gain access. Upon entering, I was greeted by a woman dressed in an immaculate cream suit who guided me to my designated seat, which was positioned near the front of the room. From my observation, this area appeared to be reserved for management and other high-ranking officials.
Given my comparatively low rank within the company, basically a bottom feeder.
I began to feel an overwhelming sense of discomfort. Wanting to clarify my presence, I started to explain, "My rank is very low in the company—" but before I could finish my statement, she swiftly interrupted me. "I'm sorry, Miss Xiang, but this is how the seating arrangements have been structured," she replied, her tone somewhat apologetic and almost helpless in nature.
Can I lose my shit?
Can I tear off this polite face of mine?!
Yo!
After finishing my inner rant, I composed myself and managed to smile as I replied politely, "Oh, I understand. Thank you." A sigh escaped me internally—how accommodating I was being in that moment.
Sigh, I am so nice.
"Pleasure," she said with a smile before she turned and walked away, leaving me to ponder my surroundings. I turned my attention to the jug of water nearby and proceeded to pour myself a glass, all the while observing the managers, the owner, and shareholders a short distance away.
Among the group were several other members, likely part of the new management team. As I looked around, I noticed that some appeared quite nervous, fidgeting in their seats, while others seemed to display a sense of contentment. Yet, despite being in close proximity to them, I felt distinctly like an outsider in this atmosphere.
Soon enough, the lights began to dim, creating an ambience more fitting for an important presentation. A man stepped onto the stage and introduced himself as Ken Bruce, the personal assistant to our new boss. He went on to explain that even though we would continue to focus on real estate, there would be a shift in direction toward investing in other ventures. As he spoke, I found myself feeling oddly relaxed—perhaps it was the realization that this meeting was not a discussion intended for someone of my standing. His voice became more of a calm background hum as he then proceeded to announce our new owner, Dongmen Zixin, but his subsequent words faded into background noise, allowing my mind to wander as I took in the scene around me.
As the owner meticulously buttoned his immaculate suit jacket, I felt a surge of shock that nearly sent me into a panic. It was an overwhelming moment, one that took my breath away and left me reeling. The man I had shared an intimate encounter with just hours earlier was now revealed to be my new boss—what an epic and unexpected revelation! The realization hit me like a freight train, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes as the weight of the situation sank in. In a frantic attempt to process everything, I quickly grabbed my phone and messaged my foster mother for support.
(me): Mother, there's no need for you to ask for an excuse from the company; I will be resigning effective immediately. The new company and its environment are simply not to my liking at all.
After sending that message, I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from him. I stood there, licking my lips absentmindedly as I took in the sight before me. The new owner looked like a god among mere mortals, a striking figure that was anything but an ordinary businessman. His hair was perfectly styled, his face was chiselled and handsome, and his body radiated confidence and strength—everything about him was simply captivating.
I have no idea how long he spoke or what exactly he said during that time; I was completely lost in my thoughts. My mind was racing as I tried to wrap my head around the situation. Eventually, I was among the first to leave the room, unable to stay any longer in that surreal atmosphere. I decided right then and there that I should write my resignation letter and... make a swift exit from this entire situation!
Three hours later, I finally returned to my apartment, utterly exhausted both physically and emotionally. The day had drained me, and I needed to regroup and collect my thoughts. Time passed slowly, and soon enough, it was time to leave City M for City V. I had sent my resignation letter earlier that day, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. I also decided to take my accumulated vacation days, allowing myself a brief respite from the chaos. Altogether, I wouldn't have to return to that place or see him again, and the thought of that brought me a sense of freedom I hadn't felt in a long time.
At the airport, I arrived early to ensure I had ample time for everything, and I made my way to the check-in counter where I handed over my bag filled with essential items I would need for the journey. After completing the check-in process, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. During the boarding phase, I found my seat and settled in comfortably, taking a moment to make sure I was properly situated for the flight ahead. I covered my eyes with a sleep mask, adjusted my seat for reclining to find the perfect position, and soon, I slipped into a fitful sleep. With the flight scheduled to last for two hours, I knew that catching some rest would be beneficial for me.
As the plane took off, the ascent was remarkably smooth, and I quickly fell asleep again, blissfully unaware of the world around me throughout most of the flight. It was a comforting escape as I dozed in and out of slumber. Just before we were set to land, a flight attendant gently awakened me, offering me a bottle of water, ensuring that I was ready for our descent. I straightened up in my seat, took a moment to check my face in the small mirror I carried, and made sure my clothes were neat and presentable. then unscrewing the cap of the bottle I swallowed, feeling extremely thirsty.
Not long after my wake-up call, the plane landed safely. Ten minutes later, the aircraft safely came to a stop at the gate, and I made my way towards the exit, taking the path that led through the first-class area, where I caught glimpses of the more spacious seating and luxurious accommodations that I could only admire from afar.
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Servant Pet
Romance"Hey! I don't want to go back! I tap out. Turn my soul into particles. I refuse!" I was unwilling. I had goals before all of this. I was once naive until everything changed. Nonsense! "Host, there's no need for drama. Accept your fate." I reached f...
