The Missing SOFIA
Bab~34
"Once again I apologize, sir." said Sofia as she slightly bent her body, then the girl immediately passed away leaving James who was still standing in his place.
"Wait !!" said the man who suddenly made Sofia stop his steps, he had apologized then what will be in the trouble of the man again?
After all, he just accidentally nudged the man's arm which likely did not cause any significant injury.
"Yes, sir ?" sofia said after turning around to look at the middle-aged man who still looks young and athletic.
"What are you doing here ?" james said and it made Sofia instantly dumbfounded, did that man care about her?
But James immediately rectified his words. "Forget my words just now, I just wanted to warn you not to tease my future daughter-in-law !!" james was firm and that made Sofia seem clueless with the man's words.
"I don't know what you're talking about, sir" he said in response.
James is seen scanning the appearance of the girl in the maid uniform in front of him. "Whatever you want I will give you, but stay away from young master SG !!" he said it later with a warning.
"I'm sorry my master really doesn't understand what you mean, as long as you know I haven't met the man and once again I reiterate I have nothing to do with him." sofia said firmly, then she soon passed from there.
His chest felt very tight, not because of the man's accusation but he imagined what if the man was his real father who in fact did not have the slightest compassion on him.
"He's the one who's taken you to the hospital and given you a VIP room there so isn't that a relationship ?" james suddenly and....
The deg!!
Sofia's steps immediately stopped and the girl seemed to be glued to her place, was the CEO actually Aril the young master of the Smith Group?
Sofia seemed to take a deep breath, then moved her legs back to leave the man. There was nothing he had to explain because he did not have any relationship with the young master of SG.
If the man is the true CEO, maybe it's time he resigned from the company, apparently the treatment is not arbitrary that he received so far there was masterminded by the young man.
"I hate you so much, master crazy rich." he muttered, now in the toilet, hating all the rich who can only oppress the weak and poor like him.
After feeling better, Sofia returns to work, hoping that there will be no more men there so that she can work quietly.
"Sofia, can deliver the drink to table number 7" said Andrew when Sofia just came, it appears that some of the concoction drinks are finished made.
With deft Sofia immediately brought the drink, although almost in the early hours there was no fatigue in the girl.
His determination to make extra money forgets all the fatigue and drowsiness after a day of work and also college.
The deg!!
Suddenly Sofia's steps came to a halt when she saw a man she knew very well was at the table she was going to.
Likewise with the man who also seemed surprised when he saw the existence of the girl there.
"Miss, that's our drinks order, right ?" shouted a man to make Sofia immediately stepped closer to the table with a long sofa sat by Aril, James and some other friends.
Every movement Sofia did not escape from the supervisor Aril, really the man was very surprised when he saw the existence of the girl at the club that night.
What salary does the company pay less to have to work again in a place like this?
"Wait, miss !!" said a man as Sofia was about to leave.
"Do you want to get any more messages, sir ?" said Sofia who as much as possible ignored the existence of James and Aril there.
"You're the new waitress here ?" ask the man for a little chat.
"Right sir, do you need anything ?" sahut Sofia was friendly.
"You're pretty interesting, why do you want to be a waitress ?" asked the man then who immediately made Sofia smile thinly, but not with Aril the man did not seem to like to see the girl's smile which he thought was very tempting.
"It's okay sir, I'm happy to do as long as it's a good job." Sofia said later.
While James seemed to pay attention to the movements of his future son-in-law when he did not turn his eyes a second on the girl.
"Miss can bring us one more bottle of drink, it feels to make a business deal one glass is still lacking for us." pinta other man who was immediately nod by Sofia.
"Okay sir, please wait a minute" he said happily, because every bottle he sold the girl would benefit. That's what the bartender said.
Sofia soon passes from there and before long the girl returns with a bottle of wiskey.
"Please sir, is there anything else ?" he said after putting the bottle on their table.
"Sit down and serve us a drink !!" the man's orders instantly made Sofia widen her eyes.
"But sir...."
"Isn't that part of a servant's job? Take it easy later we will give a lot of tips, is not that Mr James ?" said the man while staring at James who was sitting not far from there, but the man did not respond and instead looked at the girl flatly.
Sofia sighed for a moment then started to open the bottle and immediately poured it into their empty glass.
"Sit down !!" the man who had asked her to talk suddenly pulled his arm to make Sofia sit next to him and it made Aril who had noticed them immediately furious but he did not immediately do something because there is his future father-in-law.
The span skirt that Sofia was wearing also looked slightly raised up when in use sitting up to show some of her smooth thighs and sontak make Aril more furious, he said, moreover, some of his business relationships look to steal a look at him.
While Sofia who is unable to do anything can only cover her open thigh with both hands and try to be calm while listening to their business talks even though she does not understand.
The girl also immediately poured a drink when she saw the empty glass even now she had taken her third bottle.
"Sofia, do you already have a lover ?" said the man sitting next to her suddenly to make Sofia immediately surprised, it looks like the man is drinking too much.
"Will you be my mistress ?" said the man again and suddenly made Sofia and Aril seem to widen his eyes.