Patricia
"Trixie!" a shrill voice yelled. I tugged my brush through my thick wet hair and peeked through the door.
"What Piper?" I demanded.
"Get your ass down here!" My twin sister yelled. I groaned and looked down my body. I am dripping wet in a lemon yellow towel.
"Not right now, sorry," I said then locking my door.
I'm Patricia Williamson, I'm 21, I live in Soho also known as the artsy part of New York City with my twin sister. We live in a loft and we work at a resturaunt. My sister is basically the boss so she hired me as a hostess, such a great sister. I could have at least been called manager but no I'm not "responsible". I'll get her back one day. Right now she's busting my ass about work, which starts at 6 pm.
"Patricia, please. It's a rush tonight," Piper pleaded outside of my bathroom.
"I'm getting ready right now," I promised turning on my hair dryer. I heard her stomp her foot then walk away. She shouldn't be complaining unless she wants me to serve the rich in a towel.
I put on my ruffely red tank top, then added a black pencil skirt, black heels with a red sole and large golden hoop earrings. I quickly sprayed perfume and pulled my hair into a ponytail. This is good enough. I grabbed my purse then went into Piper and I's living room.
"Let's go," Piper said hurriedly. She grabbed my hand and dragged me through the hallway. I almost tripped.
"Any reason you're rushing?" I asked.
"Big client tonight, please don't screw this up for me," She pleaded. She pulled me into the elevator and pressed the garage level button. I adjusted my tank top.
"Who is it some Actor or something?" I asked putting my breast in the right place.
"Business man, Kt says he's powerful," She said nervously. She swung her keys around her ring finger.
"Ew business," I groaned. She gave me an annoyed look.
"Please behave," She pleaded with me. I rolled my eyes.
"Fine," I agreed. We got into our white Porsche then headed off to the resturaunt. It's only a few blocks away but we don't want to have to pay for taxis all the time or walk in the dark. Piper parallel parked and practically jumped out of the car. "Drama queen," I muttered leaving the car.
I stepped inside and got behind my little desk. I sighed and stood up straight. Tonight already feels like its long. The door opened and a bunch of guys came in all in nice suits.
"Welcome to 620 restruant," I said in my nice voice.
"Reservations for Miller," The obvious "leader" said. He had light brown hair that looked shiny, hazel eyes and was pretty nicely built.
"A waitress will be with you shortly," I said.
"But I want to be served now," He said. I glanced my eyes up from my reservation book.
"Well sir you have to wait," I said. What a jerk thinking he's better. He raised his eyebrows and his crew tensed.
"I suggest you seat me now," He threatened. I let out a low growl and grabbed the menu's. I grabbed the nearest worker and gestured for her to take over as hostess. I walked the men into the private dining room reserved. I heard a low whistle and looked at them.
"Nice ass," One called. I scoffed and kept walking. All of them sat around the long table and I passed out menu's.
"A waiter is coming soon," I said.
"No, you serve us," The leader said. I turned around and looked at the cocky man.
"It's not my job," I said folding my arms over my chest. He let out a chuckle.
"Your job is to make me happy, Piper," He said.
"I'm not Piper I'm her twin," I said.
"Oh, we'll Piper's twin I suggest that you act as our waitress tonight before I get your lovely sister to fire you," He said.
"Fine, Mr. Jackass," I said. The men all looked shocked while Jackass made a sly smile.
"It's Miller, but you can call me Eddie," Eddie said.
"Fine, Eddie. What do you want to drink?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Bring out the best red wine, champagne and brandy," He said.
"Classic business type drinks," I teased.
"Something like that," He said smiling. I raised my eyebrow but darted to the kitchen. I pulled out 2 bottles of each thing commanded and headed to the room of men.
"Here," I said annoyed shoving the bottles over.
"Why don't you pour us some champagne?" Eddie asked.
"Alright," I said putting on a sugary sweet smile. I grabbed the cork and poped the bottle in his direction. Champagne flew onto his head, before one of his friends grabbed the bottle. None got on his suit though. I laughed at him.
"You think this is funny?" One of his friends commanded. He had dirty blonde hair that was poofy.
"Calm down, Jerry," Eddie said wiping his forehead. Jerry grunted and gave me a dirty look. I stuck out my tongue at him. "Just bring us the best food you have, and get out,"
"Fine," I said turning on my heel. No ones going to boss around Patricia Williamson and get away with it. I went to the kitchen and placed orders from the chef. At least I can just wait here until the foods ready. Those cocky bastards with there Armani suits and Rolex's acting like they're better because they have money. Can't stand people like that.
Eddie
My men were bitching about the British girl while I tried to clean up. I threw my napkin on the ground and sighed.
"Enough," I commanded. "She's just a British Bitch,"
"We Brits are pretty bitchy," Jerry said. I grinned and poured a glass of wine.
"She obviously doesn't know who you are," Fabian said.
"She's got spunk, and I like real people not fake people," I said.
"Well she needs to act better," Jerome said.
"Enough about her, we came to talk about business," I said. The guys all nodded and pulled out files.
"You have a drug shipment coming in next week," Fabian said.
"How many pounds?" I asked.
"10,000," He answered. I let out a low whistle.
"Who's planning to buy?" I asked.
"Have 50 clients lined up all over the city wanting to buy large amounts," He continued looking through the files.
"Good job, Fabian," I said to my right hand man.
If you're lost I'll explain. I'm Eddie Miller and I run the Miller Mafia. I sell drugs, rob places, loan money, kill, kidnap basically whatever I need to do to keep the Mafia strong.
"Tomorrow we need to go find clients to pay us," Jerome said. I nodded.
"These late clients or normal ones?" I asked.
"Both. It's the late ones last chance and the normal ones monthly pick up," He said. I was about to speak when our lovely waitress came in. She had a tray full of salads and soup.
"Hello Yacker," I said. She rolled her eyes and dropped the plate in front of me.
"Viola," She said sarcastically. She next handed me my soup then went to leave.
"Patricia," I called. She turned.
"How do you know my name?" She asked.
"Well, doll you have a nametag," I said.
"Don't call me a doll," She threatened.
"Aw alright. Bring out our food quick," I teased. She folded her arms over her chest.
"Why?" She asked. I pulled money out of my pocket and handed her 200. She looked at the money in her hand then back at me.
"Be fast and I'll give you more," I said. She closed her eyes for a second before grabbing a water pitcher. She threw it at me then grabbed my salad dumping it over my head as well. I looked up at her, my hair drooping over my eyes. I heard a gasp and a girl with curly brown hair entered.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," The girl apolagized. She grabbed Patricia's arm and dragged her out. I pulled out a piece of lettuce from my hair and shrugged, eating it.
Patricia
KT grabbed my arm and took me into the hallway. She looked stressed. KT is the manager of this place while my sister is boss.
"Patricia," She scolded.
"What?" I asked.
"He's the businessman Piper told you about," She said nervous. "He owns the East coast,"
"Oh. So it would be considered a bad thing to have dumped food and drinks on him?" I asked. KT smothered her face into the wall and groaned. "Sorry but he's a dick,"
"He's rich! What do you expect?" She asked. "Just please, lay low for the rest of the night," She pleaded. I nodded and she left. No way I'm actually going to be nice to those losers, but I can't get KT and Piper in trouble. Eh I'll just spit in their food.
Kinda long overdue and I finally got the guts to write it with the right idea. So yay prequel and hopefully it's a good story.