Find The One (Original book one)

Expect the unexpected

Stefany

As i'm tending the bar, I could feel someone staring at me.

I look around the vip section and meet eyes with Abel, who hasn't changed one bit, all besides his hair.

I'm not surprised to see him at all. My boss chris announced it weeks ago.

I quickly recognized La Mar standing beside him.

They're both staring at me hardcore. They know it's me. I haven't spoken to them in a long time, and I'm not about to change that.

I should've taken the day off, but I was sure he wouldn't recognize me. I was wrong.

I look away and don't dare to look their way at all until everyone began to crowd around Abel and his crew.

I took a break and sat at one of the stools next to the bar. He was getting ready to perform.

That's when the club and everyone turned up.

I notice him taking quick glances at me, but I don't look at him directly.

The dj spoke in his turnt up voice."We have a special guest tonight! As promised, we got this amazing artist from this amazing town, Toronto! He goes by the weeknd."

Everyone below us went crazy and the yelling began. It's a lot louder than when he walked in.

I know what he does to these women, he drives them crazy. The screaming faded as the beat to often began.

I got up to look at the people below me from where I stood.

VIP section is a nice balcony view.

I have access up here because i'm a bartender, and I'm used to this.

I had to personally deliver drinks to famous artists several times.

It's my job to remain unbothered. The big boss won't allow us to act the fool. He never had to worry about that in the first place, I don't freak out like the rest of these girls do. They're normal humans like all of us.

As much as I was enjoying the night, my mission is to find a way to escape this place. I make my way down to the lower floor and push my way through the crowd of people.

As I get closer to my managers office, I think of all the possible excuses I can come up with to go home. I exhale slowly and knock on his door.

"Come in." I hear him say.

I open the door and find my boss, chris jotting down something on a piece of paper with a cigar in his free hand.

"What are you doing down here? I need you upstairs attending the weeknd and his crew."

"I'm not feeling too well. Can I go home?" I ask.

Chris is not happy to hear the words that left my mouth.

"Stefany, i'm short-handed. Marcela is tending the bar downstairs, stacey isn't here today, and I can't depend on helena."

I shrug. "What do you want me to do about it? I feel like crap."

He put his cigar down on the ash tray beside him. The smell made me feel queazy. It's disgusting.

"Are you sure you're can't stay a bit longer? The weeknd is performing." He says.

If he only knew, I'm trying to leave for that very reason of them being here at the club.

The thought of running into him is making my stomach turn.

I might not have to keep up the front of being sick after all.

"If you want puke all over your special guests, be my guest."