Page 29 of Targeted By Fate

What the fuck.

“Understood.” Ralph watched the man in red leave then turned to me. “Change of plans again. You’re going to be running VIP tonight.”

“I don’t even know how to do the non-VIP,” I said.

“Doesn’t matter. VIP’s easy here. It’s small. All you have to do is get people what they want, and usually it’s a bottle of something, so you don’t even have to mix drinks. Keep them happy and done.”

“I—I don’t even know where everything is.” Or anything, for that matter.

“Hank!” Ralph called over his shoulder. “Give the new guy the ten-minute version of training.”

“Can do, boss.”

Hank, dressed in an outfit similar to mine but fitting much better, came over. “All right, try and keep up.”

Hank gave me a quick tour, showed me how to order drinks, where to put in meal tickets, and how to cash out. I wasn’t sure I remembered a single thing. It was all coming at me so quickly, but the next thing I knew, I was being brought to the VIP room, which actually looked more like I was walking into something pretty darn sketchy than someplace fancy.

I guessed I always thought it would be elegant and regal and red carpets for a VIP room. But this wasn’t that. It was dingy, dark, and smoky. But it did have privacy, which I guessed was the point. When I got inside, the man in red was there beside a blond alpha in a suit vest with a T-shirt under it.

“About time you got here. Tell the bartender I want my regular,” the alpha barked. “With four glasses.”

At least it wasn’t going to be just him. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be comfortable being around this alpha while I was alone. Pretty sure that time had already passed.

“Who should I say wants their regular?”

“He’ll know who I am.” The man looked me up and down.

I scurried out to the bar. Said what the man told me to say to the bartender and waited.

“Oh, the alphahole is here.” The bartender’s response was hardly comforting.

I still didn’t know who the guy was, but I had a bottle of wine and four glasses on the tray heading back out a minute later. There weren’t even four people in the room when I left, but I was hoping there would be when I got back. I wasn’t looking forward to any alone time with him.

I brought the tray to him. There were other people in the VIP area now, but they didn’t seem to pay me any mind. At least we weren’t alone. “This is what the bartender sent.”

“Yeah, because it’s my regular. Hurry up, open it.”

I fumbled with it. A lot. This was not my skill set, but I eventually got it open and poured a glass for the man and held it out to him.

“Fill all four,” he ordered

“Yes, sir.” I reached for the next glass.

“Alpha.”

“Excuse me?” I was so confused.

“Yes,Alpha,” he instructed.

Great. It was one of those assholes.

“Yes, Alpha,” I repeated back like a good little worker bee.

I poured the four glasses and set the nearly empty bottle down.

“Is there anything else I may do for you?” Like leave. Please say leave.

“Yeah. You need to drink yours.”

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