Erica had the trays in the trolley as she pushed it along with herself to the elevator.

This is actually going to be the first time she would be serving a VIP guest.

She don’t know why but she just felt nervous and shaky.

“Could it be I’m going to serve a president son? Or millionaire? No a billionaire??” she thought within herself and took a deep sigh as she pushed the button to the 4th floor

“ Whoever it would be I need to look good” she smiled and giggled lowly as she cupped her cheeks and then arranged her uniform.

It was a short beautifully designed black and...