Before Ace had arrived, Mia's uniform did, followed by an announcement: "Room doors for the dining waitresses will be opened in 10 minutes, and they will be escorted to their work areas."
Mia understood that the uniform sent to Ace's room meant that it wasn't a mistake. She quickly threw on her washed uniform and mask, and waited patiently before the doors were opened. She noticed the eyes on her. Even the other girls looked at her cautiously as if she was a ticking time bomb.
As soon as she entered the dining area, Craig approached her. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "We only decided to not fire you because someone very important seemed to like you, but any more screwups and you'll be fired."
Mia glanced up at him with wide eyes and quietly nodded.
"Today, you'll only be attending to table 10."
She had trouble calming her nerves as she approached the table. She saw that it was the same woman from the previous day, and next to her was a younger man. He was probably in his late twenties. He was very handsome in a very intimidating way. He had dark black eyes with matching black hair. His hair was unkempt, which was contrasted by his neat suit. Even from his seated position, she could tell that he had an imposing frame with his height and strength.
"Hello ma'am. Hello sir. What can I get the two of you today?" The man continued to watch her menacingly as the woman spoke up. "One glass of champagne and one glass of vodka for the master."
Mia found it odd that she called him master, but it wasn't the weirdest thing that she had run into after coming here. "I'll be right back with your order," she said with a plastered smile.
She poured the drinks into their glasses with the man now assessing her, eyes scanning over every inch of her body.
"Have a seat," he finally spoke.
"I don't want to inconvenience you," she replied with a polite smile, hoping to escape any close counters.
Wordlessly he pulled her into his lap and wrapped an arm around her bare waist to secure her. Her ass was pressed right up against his clear erection, which was undoubtedly very large. She sat still, and his arm also didn't wander.
He adjusted her on his lap so that she was facing sideways towards the woman, and so that she could see the man. He brought his glass up to her lips. "Have a drink." It was more of a command than a question.
"I don't drink," she said moving slightly away. "I'm not of the legal drinking age," she continued.
"I won't tell if you don't," he smiled maliciously. His hand now rested on her inner thigh, slowly inching upward.
To stop the hand from moving further, she immediately took a sip from the drink he offered.
"Good girl," he said patting her thigh. "How old are you then?" he asked casually.
Mia's eyes fixated on the hand that was now toying with her top button. "18," she whispered.
"And you're a virgin?" He had now opened her top button to reveal the tops of her breasts and the lace of her bra, with eyes shamelessly wandering over her.
"Yes," she said bluntly. She realized that the woman must have relayed this information to him.
He suddenly snapped his fingers, causing the dining hall to go silent. Mia looked around to see if there was a problem. "I'll be taking this one," he announced with a gentle hand to squeeze her hip.
Ace immediately walked towards them. "I'm sorry sir, but she is not a personal assistant. We can arrange for..."
"I want her, and I'll have $100 million donated to the games to compensate."
Ace was immediately silenced by the other supervisors as Mia sat there confused. She felt herself being lifted over the man's shoulder and walked out. She protested momentarily before feeling the strong grip on the back of her upper thigh as a reminder to be obedient. The way he carried her was a direct contrast from the way Ace had the previous day. He wasn't taking her to comfort. He was taking her to her new personal hell.
He entered a room and kicked the door shut behind him before throwing her on the bed. She noticed how much more spacious and luxurious his room was compared to hers or Ace's. How did this organization not get caught yet?
She stood up immediately and reached for the knob, but he simply chuckled as he removed his shirt before wrapping his arms around her from behind. She whimpered at the firm grip and the hardness of his stomach, pushing against him to be released. When she heard the cocking of a gun, she immediately stilled. She felt his breath over her ear. "Things will go smoothly as long as you cooperate," he whispered in a raspy voice against her ear before sucking on the lobe.
He released the arm that was laying on her bare waist and pushed her to turn around. She looked down at the flats that she wore, but nevertheless noticed how much taller he was than the other men she encountered. He must have towered her by at least a foot.
He moved the gun against the temple of her head as she felt her breathing quicken. He moved the gun down her cheek and brushed it against her lips before moving it down her neck. Mia closed her eyes shut as she whimpered. "Open your eyes," he screamed at her harshly, and she obeyed with a yelp.