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Title : Lucky
“Impatient old man! I told him to wait until the end of month. Why do you think I mowed your fuckin’ huge yard last week for? It’s a bribe, you stinky old man!” I cried and then one shot my last drink.
I can only afford three of the same cheapest drink among other pricey menus in this high class club.
If it’s not because of their excellent security, I wouldn’t even think of entering here. Strictly no underage, guns and drugs so I feel safer if I ever gonna get drunk alone.
But I knew I wouldn’t. Being high tolerance and low on money is just impossible. I’m aiming for getting light-headed, it’s enough.
Today was a shit day. After a couple weeks living the best of my life without a single conflict, finally today is the breaker.
I’m fired- no, I quit my job. I’m a waitress in one of the famous maid cafe for almost 3 years and today is the last string of my patience towards dirty customers. Those perverts love to sneak their wrinkled hands under our skirts but usually we just shrugged it off or playfully resist them.
But not this day. All I see was red when he boldly went for my front and I immediately threw a punch right on his smug face. I swear I heard bone cracking and I’m sure I broke his nose but I didn’t regret it. I’ll do it over and over again if I can.
To make it worse, my landlord shorten the duration for my rent to next week after everything I’ve done to him. He’s a stinky old geezer.
Now I’m jobless and have no money to even survive another week. How am I suppose to pay my rent? I can’t tell my family either since I lied about working at a big company here in California.
I’m basically screwed.
Without solution, I got up and decided to leave. Sitting here longer aren’t going to wash my problems away.
I was walking the empty hallway towards the exit with the train of thoughts still harassing my head, visiting every single space in it and I’m pretty much oblivious to my surrounding until something or someone bumped into me, hard.
“Ow!” I screamed. It was so aggressive that it made me fell to the floor. I was ready to fight this person but when I looked up, I saw a beautiful man in a suit with slick back hair style, glaring at me.
“G-Get out of my w-way!” he stuttered. Body desperately leaning on the wall as if he’s going to fall any moment.
Even though he’s being rude to me when it’s clearly his fault, I didn’t get angry because it’s weird. He’s panting like a marathon runner, sweating like one too it’s drenching his lavish clothes.
And more importantly, he got a boner. A massive one.
“Sir, are you okay?” I asked as I got up from the floor, reaching for him in pure concern but slapped away by him.
“None of your b-business.” he stutter again yet his legs probably weaken as it gave out and I just go for it, wrapping his arm on my shoulder, helping him to stand despite his rejection. He’s so weak that his slap only came as a brush now.
I’m familiar with this, he’s definitely spiked.
“Sir, you-” I got panicked when I heard footsteps coming towards us and I just opened a random door near us which then I realized it’s a store room with a bundle of maroon sheets on the floor. Locking the door behind us.
As soon as I locked, he went completely limp and fall down. Luckily for him, he went straight in the piles of sheets. Running to him, I helped him turn his body around to lie on his back.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Shaking his body as I ask, just to make sure he didn’t die from that fall or something.
“I s-said… uh… filthy hands o-off… s-slut….” he moaned.
“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that. I just want to help so shut up before I punch you, okay mister?”
Though he glared at me, I ignore him. I’m actually used to this since sometimes we do get drugged too by perverts so it’s not really surprising for me but I thought no drugs allowed here.
“A-Are you… giv… handjo-” he panted.
“No, gross! Wait here.”
I left him without waiting for his respond, going to the bar and got back minutes later to a knocked man on the floor with a bucket of ice I got from an abandoned table.
“Good.” Now that he passed out, I can finally work in peace.
I grab one of the sheet, putting a huge amount of ice in it before tying it up into a ball and place it on his boner. I’m not sure whether it’ll work but it worth a try.
Waited for quite some time, making sure it helped calming the rock hard bulge down and thankfully it did. Since he’s still out, I replaced the ice to a new one before decided it’s fine to leave him.
I informed one of the bouncer about him which he immediately ran to the store. I leave him to it and head out. Are they always that kind to their customers? Maybe, anyway I walked to my apartment with the same stack of problem in my head. The incident before completely pushed back.
It’s been five days since I’m jobless. I’ve searched for a new job, going to countless of interview but failed every time. Don’t get me wrong, my grades were pretty impressive but the reality is people are anxious to accept a Japanese woman into their company, afraid for the language barrier.
Dude, I obviously communicate with you in English fluently during interview not Japanese whatsoever. It’s impressive how creative they are in making excuses.
I’m currently sitting on a bench in the park near my apartment building, feeling disappointed after turned down again. Not gonna lie, I’m almost lose hope. I only have enough money for a couple sandwich and I might have to just face the music later, telling the truth to my family.
“Ugh!” I grunted, ruining my neatly tied into a bun hair in frustration manner. If I failed another interview, I have to consider my last option.
I immediately took out my phone out of my blazer’s pocket and saw an unknown number calling. Without hesitating, I answered in hope that it’s the company I went for interview yesterday.
“Are you free?”
I went to the direction the man on the phone told me and it leads me to a skyscraper on the other side of the town. I almost got lost on the way here.
I was greeted by a man in suit and guided me to the top floor of the building. I didn’t remember going here for interview but I also gone to numerous interviews these few days so I’m not surprise if I forgotten some of them.
Entering the mahogany door with a gold name plate carved ‘President’ in it and lumbering straight to the only destination possible, the massive desk. I’m actually nervous that the president wanted to meet me so sudden but at the same time curious.
The president had their chair to the back so I don’t know if it’s a he or her and I think they still haven’t noticed me coming. Collecting my courage before finally introduce myself.
“Good evening, president. I’m Hira-”
The chair turned around halfway to my greeting and the person sitting on the throne is more than enough to make me speechless.
He smirk, “You’re here.”
It was few minutes later when I found my words again. “Where’s the president?”
“You’re looking at him.”
I’m confuse. “You’re British?”
“I apologize on behalf of my past self. I was not in the right mind at that time and it’s rude for me to do that to you. I’m sorry.”
“You slapped me really hard, you know.”
“I’m aware, that’s why I reached out to you. I know I should have done it earlier but unfortunately I’m actively occupied until today.”
“Hm, but I don’t remember you possess such a beautiful accent before. Maybe that’s why I didn’t recognize you on the phone.” I asked genuinely out of curiosity.
“Do you even hear me? Of course, I was stuttering back then. I have a hard time uttering a word let alone promoting my accent.” He said, pouring his accent thicker into his words.
“So it’s really you.” Somehow I feel like he’s not going to make things easier because if not, why did he had to call me all the way here?
“Is there any reason I’m summoned?” I asked again when he remain silent.
He chuckled to my respond. “So your name’s Hirata Yui?” I simply nodded. “But your demeanour doesn’t match your name? I thought Japanese was suppose to act lovely and soft spoken.”
“I thought English men were suppose to have excellent manners. Did you left them in UK or something?” I blurted out. Fuck, it slipped my lips mindlessly. I didn’t mean to go that far.
“Ouch, you hurt me.” he said with hint of sarcasm. Luckily, he didn’t take it personal.
“Don’t act vulnerable, mister... Wait! How did you know all of these? I don’t recall us exchanging information to begin with.” I don’t even know his name but how come he knew mine?
He sighed while massaging his temple, looking all frustrated then stare back at me. “Are you foolish?” he growled.
As much as I want to respond to my heart’s content, I don’t think it’s a good idea to bat word with him. I can almost feel the air thicken.
“My name. I’m Lucky Griffiths, the owner of this Four-Leaf Clover inc.”
I nodded, yeah I knew that but the other one. I didn’t dare to ask yet I guess it’s written all over my face. “Oh my god, you’re slow for a Japanese lady.”
“Hey, stop being racist. It got nothing to do with my race.”
“No, I didn’t mean it that way. You’re twisting my word.”
“Yeah, because our first encounter aren’t the best. Not the best I mean sucks.”
“The drugs made me defensive, okay? I thought you’re the culprit that’s probably the reason I acted that way. Would you even blame me for being careful?”
“You’re a total asshole so blame me too for being defensive on you now. I’m easily traumatize.”
He sighed again, “Anyway, all I’m saying is the club you went is mine. It’s my name. Lucky nightclub remember? It’s mine.”
“Wait, is it? So you got mine from their data or something.” This time it’s him who nodded. “Oh, that explains why the bouncer… oh okay, okay.”
“At last. The purpose of me desperately finding you is because I want to give you a reward for helping.”
“You don’t have to. It’s not really a big deal. I only iced it, that’s all.”
“I insist. I’ll give you money.”
“I’m fine. I got money to-”
“Don’t spit those lies in front of me. I know you’re fired and you still haven’t paid your rent. I know you need this. $20,000 enough?”
“What? That’s more than enough but I’m still declining it.”
“Why? It’s an easy money.”
“Because it’s easy money that I won’t accept it. I’m not a ‘slut’ as you would titled me.”
“No one labeled you that.”
“The past you did.”
“The past me was an embarrassment. The me now is… forget it. Please, just accept it.”
“No, it doesn’t make me feel good. You knew all I did was icing it until it goes down. I don’t deserve that much money or need any of your money.”
“Fine. Since you don’t want it, you’re accepted.”
“Accepted what? I thought we’re done here.”
“You got the job here.” he smirk. Chin in the palm of his hand, watching me confused all to myself.
“Wait, wait. That escalated fast.”
“You’re working here starting next week.”
“Hold up. Can you do that? I don’t need to go interview or something?”
He laughed. “As the President, I got all the power to do anything. Why go through all that when you got a free pass or is it you’re addicted to introducing yourself?”
“No, um, I didn’t expect this coming.”
“Expect the unexpected, Yui. Just take it as luck. You’re lucky you encounter a Lucky.”
I was left wordless by this man. Like having two personality and I thought he’ll give me hard time but in fact, it’s otherwise.
I can’t believe I walked in jobless and stepped out with not only a job but a decent workplace that I can finally tell my family. I was left standing in daze, staring at him when his words brought me back to reality.
“You may go.”
“S-Sure, thank you so much, Mr Lucky. I appreciate it, I’ll work hard for you.”
He chuckle. “I’ll email you the letter.”
“Yes, yes. I’ll give you-”
“But you don’t know my email address. I’ll give you-”
“Do I?” The infamous smirk landed on his face again for the hundredth time.