Monty’s Rubies

 

 

Loud contemporary music blares in my ears as various arrangements of custom chrome and polished glass greet me from all angles, the sleek, collective scenery almost overwhelming.

I have only two words to describe it:

Extravagant and…well…extravagant.

Wealth practically oozes from every inch and crevice, cutting no corners and making no apology for its magnificent, insanely creative display.

I really should be used to it by now but I can’t seem to get acclimated to the sheer level of this place.

I don’t know if I ever will be.

It just never gets old.

I’ve been working here almost three months already and I still can’t get over the electrifying ambience the place possesses. Everything is so glamorous and over-the-top, exuding excess and class, more upscale than anything I’ve ever seen. If I didn’t work here, I’d never know what it looks like—at least not from inside.

There’s no way I’d ever be able to afford a night out here. Rubies’ patrons are pretty high rollers; old money, socialite, billionaire types and mega trust fund kids—the sort of people who aren’t just cut from a different cloth, but the kind of cloth that’s manufactured in another frickin’ galaxy.

The one percent of the one percent.

I guess I’m lucky.

Join us or log in to read more.

Leave A Comment

Please Login to Comment.

I accept that my given data and my IP address is sent to a server in the USA only for the purpose of spam prevention through the Akismet program.More information on Akismet and GDPR.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.