Murder Case.

Pg 3

After eating her breakfast, going through the magazine, and deliberating on getting the job of a bar waiter for another hour, she finally got ready for her job interview. With no credentials or application letter with her, she confidently left the hotel for the brink bar. She boarded a taxi to the bar and arrived in one minute, and realized the waiter was really right, it was not far at all.

She gaped at the sight, it was nothing she's seen before. There was a beach! People were having fun inside; ranging from adults, to teenagers, to children. She saw some people making sand castles and couples having fun, it was almost a dream. The bar was beautiful. It wasn't big, but it was also beautiful as it was small. There were balloons all around the surrounding and an air of fun. It was so beautiful she was almost in tears. The waves of the trees and shrubs were in unison and the weather was just right.

She approached the bar and the sweet scent of tea and coffee welcomed her. She opened the door and a bell made a sound. She stepped in and looked around. Table and chairs were arranged uniformly but it was just early in the morning, so only few people were around and staffs were busy.

"Can I help ya?"

A voice distracted her and she found a short elderly man, with hair all around his face, a bad set of teeth and scary wide eyes staring at her. "Good morning" she said to him.

"There's nothing good 'bout the mornin. Is there something ya want o ya just gonna stand looking?" The man asked her.

"A job. I was hoping to find a job here" she forced herself to smile at him.

He studied her for a minute, then said; "I'm sorry. There's na job vacancy here. If I have, I'd have givon ya" he said, then quickly added; "you don' better fall that tray on the tile, 'cos ya gonna use ya salary fer a year and half to buy me that tray, the food and everything untop!" He said to a staff that was finding it difficult to carry three food orders at once.

Turning back to her, he smiled exposing his awful teeth; "want any other thing child?"

"No" she blurted out. He nodded and left her standing there.

Suddenly, a guy dressed in their orange coloured uniform with a green apron came rushing out of the counter. "Hey Mr Barlow. I just won my bet at the jackpot magic slots and guess what?" He said pulling his apron hurriedly and carelessly. "I'm retiring!" He laughed excitedly and jumping for joy, left the bar.

Mr Barlow seemed lost for a minute, staring at the abandoned apron untop the counter, then raising up his head, said; "hey gal, ya get the job"