Rosie White, an Art History student working to achieve her life goal of becoming a sought-after local artist. She pours her heart and soul into her art and dreams of falling in love. After Rosie lost her grandma, and with no parents in sight, she se...
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Sitting in the lecture theatre, my phone busses on the small table in front of me. I glance up at the lecturer, facing the projector screen discussing the theory of this week's piece of artwork. While she's distracted, I glace at the message.
It's from an unknown number. "Saturday – 8pm till 3am, arrive an hour early and we can go through the cocktails. Elijah."
I smile as I type a quick affirmative to him. Clearly Alexander hasn't found out about my ploy to start working there anyway.
It's irresponsible and downright stupid, but when you're desperate, you do crazy things.
***
Saturday
"Hey Elijah," I speak loudly over the music. The club is quiet, only a few booths occupied this early in the evening.
He smiles warmly towards me as he walks from the end of the bar towards me, "Hey girl, welcome to the mad house, come on, I'll show you where you can put your bag and coat."
I smile and follow him through, when we enter what I assume is a staff room, he shows me to the side of the door where a keycard system is.
"Has Alexander given you your card yet?" he asks, and my heartrate picks up.
"No, not yet."
He nods, "Okay, well maybe you can pop by his office later and get it, you'll need it to swipe in here and swipe out, it logs your hours but also lets us know who's here."
I nod in response and let out a breath, I know I need to speak to Alexander and explain myself, but I'm hoping to get a couple of hours into the shift before that.
Once Elijah has shown me where I can put my belongings, he walks me back out into the club and shows me behind the bar.
We spend a good hour going through the menu, him making a cocktail and me making one straight after him.
We're probably nearly two hours in, me finishing up watching Elijah make a speciality cocktail for a group of customers when I hear a deep, harsh voice. I'm surprised I've got away with it for this long.
"Ms White." The bluntness of the voice makes my knees wobble, and not for the reason I wish.
I look up and meet the eyes of one angry looking Alexander Carlson.
"Carlson," I smile.
I catch Elijah's confusing glace out the corner of my eye but keep mine trained on Alexander. "May I have a word in my office Ms White." My name falls off his tongue in disgust.
I nod before turning to Elijah, "I'll be back in a minute."
I round the bar, following Alexander up the two flights of stairs towards his office. I feel like I've been summoned to the headteachers office.
