Killian

My assistant Milah came up to my desk, and handed me a thin layered folder. "I need your signature for this, Killian." "What's this for?" I opened the folder, and quickly read through the lines. "It's the list of the VIP guests. For the children's hospital charity program. It's going to be held next week." "Ah, yes I remember." I took a quick look at the names, and signed my name below the paper. I handed the folder back to Milah. "Make sure you send flowers to Melinda." "Melissa. Your Monday girl gotcha." She corrected. "What can I do without you?" She rolled her eyes, and headed out the door. "You can give me a raise." Once she slammed the door, I pushed my chair out.

I hate parties. The only pleasure I have is leaving early. Of course, I cannot do that. Over nine hundred guests attend my club. It feels good to have this popularity. But the responsibility is sometimes annoying, and never use its "brakes" to stop. There really is no easy job to handle when you're rich. But hey, I got the house, the car, and the girls. What could ever out balance that?

The phone suddenly rang. I answered. "Killian there is a situation in the bar stand in the third floor." "Alright. Let's check it out." I hung up the phone and walked out the door. Milah waited for me by the elevator, a black binder carried on one arm and her spectacles hanging between the collars of her shirt. Once we went inside the empty elevator, I buttoned my gray dinner jacket, and straightened my tie. "What's the problem?" "There seems to be a drama with a drunk man and sober girls." "Oh goody. Now I could have some amusement. Does he carry any weapon?" "No." "Good." I removed a quarter out of my pocket. "Heads or tails?" Milah smiled. "Tails." I flipped the coin, and slammed it down on my hand. Tails. "You win." Milah and I use the game heads and tails when it comes to these situations. It's basically the moment to "out - shine down the red carpet," to show who controls better. Ever since she got married, our little game always worked like a charm.

Ding! The elevator stopped on the third floor. We walked to the loud noise of screaming. A large crowd formed by the bar tending stand by the band. The two of us pushed our way through the crowd. A drunk man who looked about his 40s lay on the floor, kicking his legs wildly and his button dress shirt widely opened. Before Milah stepped forward, I grabbed her wrist."Be careful." "Aren't I always?" "Seriously, just be careful." She nodded, and walked toward the man. "Excuse me sir. Please stand up." "Leave me alone! Leave me! Just bring me that girl to me, will you? Why can't anybody do anything right here?! Huh. And these people are actually hired to work? Ridiculous." Milah bend down. "Sir, you are not yourself right now. Please stand up, and I'll ask one of the other employees to call for a cab for you." "No!" He shouted. But Milah did not back away. Suddenly, she whispered something to him. After a long moment, they exchanged quiet whispers to each other. And the man took Milah's hand, and she pulled him up. The crowd clapped their hands by the man's change of attitude. So did I. 'That's why I hired her. I need a handy person like that around here. She's my partner, the other half that keeps this place together.'

Milah gave a quick nod as she left the room with the drunk man. 'Now I'm going to give her a raise.'

~ Milah soon returned. I stood by a group of statues, few feet away from the dance floor. "What did you do that turned him off?" "Can't share my skills, Killian." She opened her binder, and scribbled something down. "How's your husband?" "We separated eighteen years ago, remember?" "That still considers you a married woman." Her eyes remained at the stack of papers in her binder."Is that why you kept your claws off of my behind." I smiled. "I don't do married women." "Oh but you do teenage girls." "Hey I play save, I just flirt. That's all." "It better be."

A few women suddenly tried to make eye contact with me. One behind me, with a black mini skirt. And three identical women by the bar tending stand, the three of them were dressed in a pink strapped dress, sharing a large glass of apple martini. Their eyes draw to me, but first looked straight at Milah. I wrapped a arm around her shoulders. "Let's go. I could see some women ready to steal me away." Milah continued to write on the business papers on her binder. "Are you referring to the woman behind you? Or the three triplets by the bar stand?" I looked at her with wide eyes. "What are you, a psychic?" "No, but only to the women who are stupid enough to fall for you." I chuckled, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "This is why I love you." Milah wiped her cheeks disgusted. "Oh. Killian stop fooling around." I leaned closer to her playfully. "Who said I was." "Ha ha. Very funny. Just focus on your job." She walked away, and headed back to the office. 'That Milah. My rebel girl.'