We are different

"Tell me something I don't already know".

I said trying to step more on her ego. I wanted her to know that all she said did not affect me in any way and I did not care who she was or what she had achieved.

"Ha!! You want to know more right? Then let's meet".

She insisted on meeting again and this time around, I did not decline. If it was a meeting she wanted, then a meeting is what she'll get.

After making sure Grandpa was fine and settled, I went home to freshen up, and soon after, I was on my way to her location.

She asked us to meet at a restaurant named Chills and Grills. It wasn't an extravagant restaurant but it was very beautiful.

It had a modest architecture but the interior and exterior decorations were top notch. Anyone would want to eat from a place like this just to see if their meal was as good as their design and with all the reviews I saw while checking the place out online, people hardly leave disappointed.

Aside from the fact that their meals were amazing, people also commented on how wonderful their customer service was.

I got there and was asked if I had a reservation. I mentioned Melissa's name and they immediately showed me to her table.

When I sat down, she raised her head from her phone and looked at me like I was just some filthy thing that she had no choice but to speak with.

"I see you found your way".

She said but I said nothing and let her continue.

"Well, I only picked this place because it was pretty easy to locate me. You know..."

She said and moved closer to me.

"If you'd ever get higher, it would not be higher than the rank of this restaurant".

She then sat back properly and folded her arms.

"Sorry, I couldn't go to a restaurant of your class and I just couldn't take you to a restaurant of my class".

She said and I gave her a one side smile. It's okay for her to berate a restaurant that is this beautiful, but for me, this place was already very beautiful.

I know there are so many more sophisticated places compared to this but with the way she criticized it, I could tell that she isn't one who appreciates.

"For someone who feels this isn't a place that suits her taste, you definitely didn't dress the part".

I said and although she didn't drop her hands completely, I could tell that they loosened a little bit.

She was dressed to impress so I wanted her to feel like she either dressed to impress me or to impress the restaurant that isn't her class. It was a silly move but I wouldn't mind using everything on my table.

"I mean, neither I nor this restaurant is good enough for you. So who are you trying to impress"?

I asked and this time around, she looked at her outfit. It didn't take long for her to find her voice though.

"I am the prime minister's daughter, I have to look it wherever I go".

I kept nodding my head with my eyes closed in a rather mocking manner until she was done talking.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean, anyone can tell that you are the prime minister's daughter just by the way you dress".

I said and without waiting for her to continue I spoke again.

"But all that? Is none of my business. Why did you call me here? Don't tell me... it was just to ramble on all this nonsense"?

I said. It might seem like nothing but I could sense that something deep within her gave her a serious inferiority complex. For people like this, stepping on their pride was the worst thing to do.

"Of course not, I haven't even spoken yet".

She said with not so much confidence but I could still tell that she was going to be one hard opponent to win.

Melissa looked at Nadia as she sat confidently with her arms folded and her legs entwined. Before coming here, she had felt she would be someone she could easily trample on, just like her maids and staff. But now, she knew she wasn't. She wasn't an easy opponent but she wasn't one that just anyone could trample on either.

"I have tried to be nice to you ever since we started talking on the phone".

I smiled at the word nice.

'Did this bitch just say she was being nice'?

I said to myself.

"But it seems that won't work for you. In case you don't know, the O'Brien's might be wealthy but my family is nothing to mess with. Be it financially or personally, my family is a family they'll definitely need someday. When that day comes, who do you think they'll blame"?

She asked and though I could feel my eye twitch lightly, I tried my best not to show my emotions.

"It is going to be no one but you. You are only like this because you feel you have the chairman's backing. Guess what? That won't last long. When he sees that you are of no use to him, of course, he'll get rid of you".

She leaned towards the table, picked up her wine glass, and stirred it lightly.

"Both the rich and the poor can pick up a wine glass but... the poor gulp it down without thinking twice while the rich..."

She looked at me.

"The rich stir it, perceive it, and then, take a sip of it".

She then took a sip and dropped her wine.

"What I'm saying is, even when it comes to how we drink liquor, we are still different".

It was a huge blow to the face. It was like those dramas where the rich people take a glass of water and splash it on the poor girl's face.

I was about to give up when I heard Grandpa's words ring in my head.

"Never show your emotions so easily. People can't ride on what they do not know".