Marrying Young Miss Kaya Raya
27

After a few busy moments serving orders from the nightclub visitors, Alvin is now sitting in the dressing room to rest for a while.

Alvin squeaked his neck that felt sore. He was quite tired because he served a lot of club visitors.

The first day will indeed feel more tired because it includes an introduction. Alvin's body must be shocked because it has to work extra than usual. Alvin is sure, after some time working here Alvin will definitely get used to it.

It will be a spirit of work. Especially if the beautiful girl he hit came again. He was convinced of the spirit of four five.

In his daydream, inexplicably Alvin even re-imagined the girl he hit some time ago. The girl's face is very beautiful even though the look of her face seems cold and indifferent.

"Not a smile can be that pretty." muttered Alvin still thinking of the girl's face.

"Who is beautiful?" said someone to answer.

Alvin looked up and found a co-worker leaning against the doorway nearby, staring at him while crossing his arms.

"Nobody." Alvin smiled awkwardly.

"Guests club, huh?" guess Alvin's coworker.

Alvin did not answer. He lowered his head in embarrassment that someone had heard his words.

"Unanswered means true." said Alvin's co-worker again and then grieved. "It's just your first day and you're already in love with the visitor. Come on, you still have plenty of time to see a lot of pretty girls here."

Alvin chuckled while shaking his head slowly. "You're right, but I'm not here to find a pretty girl."

"Is that so?" said the man, trying to tease Alvin. "Then who do you praise beautiful, heh?"

Alvin looked at his co-worker nervously then shook his hand.

"Forget it." said Alvin quickly getting up from his seat.

"Hey, where are you going?" said co-worker Alvin laughed at Alvin who looked shy.

"I want to continue working." replied Alvin as he stepped foot, leaving the dressing room.

Alvin is now back at the service of the guests. He stepped carefully, carrying a tray in his hand to deliver an order from one of the visitors.

"Alvin!"

"Yes?"

Alvin flicked his steps and looked at his co-worker who was standing near the bartender's desk. He stood still when he saw his co-worker approaching him while having a little trouble pushing the trolley.

"You busy?"

"Little bit. What's up?" alvin was confused.

Alvin stared at the trolley in question. He furrowed his brows as he stared at the trolley in front of him which contained countless bottles of drinks as well as empty glasses on it.

"Introducing these trolleys?"

"Yes?"

"Yes, these two trolleys. I'll take this one and you'll bring another one. That's there!"

"But how is this drink?" Alvin held up a tray containing a drink glass in his hand.

"Let the others drive him."

The co-worker quickly took over the tray and put it back on the bartender's desk.

"This is much more important. There was a private party in one of the rooms above. They are the number one customer in the club. And also, one of them is the son of the owner of this club. They're special guests, okay. So we have to hurry. If only one of them complains, Mr. Robert could be angry."

Alvin nodded obediently. There is no way that he made the manager angry on his first day.

"My drink just now was table number five. Could you help me get him. I have an important job right now." Alvin told the bartender standing nearby pointing at the tray of drinks on the table.

"I'll have the others take care of it." the bartender replied casually.

"Thank you."

Alvin grabbed one of the two drinks. He was even more surprised when he saw the number of bottles they had to carry.

"Well, is this all their order?" alvin was surprised.

"Yes, all this is indeed an order from the people in the room." replied the colleague as he pushed his trolley, followed by Alvin who was walking behind him.

"It's a lot of it."

"There's a massive private party there. That's why they ordered so many drinks for the event. The drinks are so much. That's why we have to use two trolleys" replied his co-worker again.

Alvin nodded in understanding. "All right."

"And remember! Be careful when carrying it. These are not cheap drinks." said the co-worker trying to remind Alvin.

"Yes, okay." Alvin nodded back. "What room order is this?"

"Number six." replied the co-worker.

Alvin continued to follow his co-workers, bringing the trolley into the elevator, taking him to the third floor where the party room was.

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