When we are done eating, and drinking the last bit of wine. Johnny calls for Rachel. She looks at him and nods. Someone is standing near her. I look at him and see him taking his wallet.

"I can pay too."
"No, I want to be a gentleman, so let me."

I guess this dinner will cost him easily more than a thousand dollars. Yes, I know, too expensive for the majority of the people living on this planet. The restaurant is therefore not fully occupied, only by other millionaires and billionaires. That bottle of wine alone costs about eight-hundred dollars I think, but what a fine wine it truly was. We see her coming with the person who was talking to her.

"If you excuse me, sir, miss."

We nod as we look at him. I guess he is the manager here. He puts his hands together as he smiles at us. I look at Rachel who is visibly terrified now.

"I heard the commotion earlier at your table, other guests have been complaining about it too."
"There was, just a little one, but it's okay now."

He looks at me and then extends his hand. I shake his hand.

"I know you don't know me, miss, but I've heard and read about your reputation and status."

He looks at Johnny and nods, he extends his hand to Johnny who shakes it as well.

"About yours as well, sir."
"I would've been surprised if you didn't know about me, or at least about my reputation."

I chuckle about that remark. I watch him rolling his eyes a little. The manager, or what his function is, is watching us both with a smile. I look at Rachel again, I watch her nervously playing with her dress. He sees me looking at her and he turns a little.

"If Rachel has been of any true offense to you, I will release her from her job immediately."

I look at Johnny to see if he is going to say anything. He looks at me and I see him asking for help. I know he is not good at this. He may be a womanizer, he may sometimes have the bad boy attitude, which I find very attractive, but he is not someone who would hurt a person on purpose. And getting Rachel fired, how rude she was at first, will hurt her and I can see he does not want to do that. I do not like to hurt people either, but I am a little harder in some situations than he is.

"Can I ask her something? I don't know if you're the manager?"
"Yes, I am, my name Peter."
"Thanks, Peter."

He smiles and nods. I look at Rachel again and gesture her to come closer. She looks at me, still being terrified.

"Do you love your job?"
"Yes."
"I meant not the job as waitress in this restaurant, but in general, do you love doing what you do for earning a living?"

I see her thinking and inhaling deeply while she nods. I can see she does love that, otherwise she was not so terrified about losing her job.

"Did you study to work in a restaurant or a hotel?"
"Yes, I went to NYU to study restaurant management."
"And do you want to grow in this branch?"
"I wish to become a manager one day, yes, but I'm not experienced enough."
"How long do you work here?"
"Four years now."
"Is this your first job?"
"Yes."
"I would say that you're experienced enough to take on some more responsibility."

She keeps looking at me, I see her little confusion. I start to smile about her confusion. If she is working here for four years as a waitress already in an exclusive restaurant, then I am pretty sure she can do more than just being a waitress.

"It's hard to get there, and it's not cheap to live in New York."
"I know, and Manhattan is one of the most expensive parts in the city, not to mention you work in the most exclusive restaurant in the city. Getting a job here is already hard."
"It was, I really don't want to lose my job."

I see her begging eyes.

"You're not going to lose your job. Don't worry. I've been observing you."
"Observing, miss?"

I look at Peter and nod with a smile.

"Rachel. I can see your skill. You're good at what you do."
"T-thanks."
"You just need to work on your attitude, don't get personal with the customers, they don't like it and it's very unprofessional."

Rachel nods and looks down. I keep watching her. Johnny looks at me. He inhales deeply as he looks back at Rachel.

"I'm sorry for letting you feel that you had a shot with me. I kind of have a bad reputation of being a womanizer."

She looks at him and inhales deeply. I look at him as well. I am happy he does admit that he has a problem. I think I do need to talk to him about this one day, I want to know why he choose to be like this.

"I'm sorry for thinking we had anything going on between us. You're clearly taken."
"Not officially yet, Frances is making it hard for me."

I roll my eyes. Rachel looks back at me.

"I'm sorry for calling you a little girl."

I hold my hand up and wave it away.

"I get called like that a lot of times, until they discover who I am. I haven't even told you my name. I'm Frances Houseman."

I extend my hand. She carefully shakes it and nods at me.

"I do get it though, I'm small and only seventeen. It's strange when I tell people what to do."
"Seventeen?"
"Yes, I'll be eighteen in December."
"Don't think about her age, she's a big shot in leading and organizing huge events."

I look at Johnny. He looks at me and gives me his special smile. Is he praising me? What is he up to? I never have been praised before, well okay, dad does that too, but I think it is normal when parents praise their children. I smile back at him. Rachel has seen the smile too and she inhales deeply.

"Well, this has been long enough already, we actually need to go somewhere. Work is calling."
"Can we have the bill, please?"

Rachel nods and wants to turn. I stop her. I look at Peter.

"I think Peter can get us the bill as well, if he would be so kind?"

I look at Peter, who excuses himself and walks away. I look back at Rachel and take my business card out. She is looking curious at me.

"I don't know if you're interested in doing something else besides your job here."
"What do you mean?"
"I can see your potential, Rachel, and I'm always looking for people to work for me when I'm organizing an event. A lot of people always apply for the vacancies I open up, but when I see true skill, I hire those personally without an interview."
"Are you for real?"
"Yes, and I can see you want to do more than this, and I want to give you that chance."

She takes the card as I extend it to her. She looks at it. Then she looks back at me and I can see she is emotional about it. These are the moments I love the most of what I do. Seeing people getting hope and that I can give them something they love to do.

I take my cheque book. I have not told you about this yet, dear reader, I know I wrote earlier that I earn my own money with being Johnny's assistant. But that is actually just like an allowance for me. Of course, I love the feel of having earned money by myself, but as Johnny already mentioned to Rachel, I am too a billionaire. I have my own foundation. I have my investors. I make millions each year. I know what you are thinking. I love to work, so I will always be doing that.

Johnny sees me taking my cheque book.

"Baby?"

I look at him and he shakes his head.

"You really think I'm going to pay for the food? You wanted to do that."
"You're impossible sometimes."
"And you're hotheaded sometimes."

I look at Rachel again and then at my cheque book. I write down a big amount of money and sign the cheque. Peter came back with the bill. Johnny smiles at him as he takes bill. Rachel is still looking at me. I look back up at her with smile.

"Here you go, this is my tip for you."

I extend the cheque to her. She takes it carefully and looks at it. She let out a sound gasp.

"I can't accept this, it's too much."
"It's my tip, so take it."
"But why? I was rude to you."
"Yes, you were, but you did your job, nonetheless. You became professional when I told you to be and you're very skilled."
"I don't know how I can thank you."
"Don't, just call me somewhere next week, okay? Then we'll schedule a meeting, and we'll talk business."
"Okay, I won't disappoint you."
"Now, have a good evening, we need to go now, or we'll be truly late."

I stand up and look at Johnny who is getting his credit card back. He stands up as well when his phone went off. He takes it and sees it is Penny.

"Hey, Pen."
"Where the hell are you?"
"We're just leaving the restaurant, why?"
"People are waiting here, you're late!"
"Shit, can you keep them a bit busy? We're going to depart now. We'll be there in five."
"Alright."

I look at him as he puts his phone back in his pocket.

"We're late."

He lays his hand on my lower back and wants to guide me to the door. I look at Rachel and give her a nod. She only nods and smiles. Peter quickly opens the door for us. I see Gio stepping out of the car.

"We need to be quick, Gio."