Rosie White

Chapter 8

I make my way down to the private booth just after Ms White left my office to return to the bar. I can't believe her; she's got some balls doing this.

"Everything alright boss?" Michael asks as I sit down on the on the booth sofa, accepting a tumbler from the waitress.

"No," I reply.

Michael sighs, "Your father?"

Staring down at the dark liquid, I shake my head. "Not exactly."

Michael laughs, "I've never seen you so stressed from a woman before friend, I don't blame you though, she's one hot pair of legs."

"Don't speak of her that way," I hiss.

Michaels face drops as he holds his hands up in surrender, "Sorry boss, my apologies."

I shake my head, I need silence. "I have business that needs my attention," I reply, downing my drink and standing.

I make my way back towards my office, taking a seat on the sofa, I grab the bottle of whiskey from the coffee table, pouring myself a glass I rest back.

What the hell am I going to do about this little whirlwind.

Taking my glass with me, I move towards my desk, logging into the system, I pull up my emails and send a request to my assistant to take down the bar staff advertisement.

I pull up the application form that I received for Ms White and start looking through her CV.

Rosie White.

Art History student.

Previous work experience as a housekeeping assistant.

Two references, an academic lecturer, and a hotel manager.

I haven't heard of the hotel so its not one of mine. I do recognise the name though, they closed not so long ago.

Apart from the basics, there pretty much no information. Who the hell is this girl?

I pull out my phone, hitting the call button, I dial Brandon's number.

"Boss," he answers.

"Are you at the club?" I ask.

"No, do you need me, I can be there in five."

"I'll see you in three."

When the door opens and Brandon walks through, he asks immediately, "What do you need?"

"I want you to look into someone for me, find out as much as you can about this person. I'll send you across their name and all the information I have, but it's not a lot," I reply.

"Okay, are we keeping this clean, or do I need to speak to Lucas to dig further," he smirks as he takes a seat opposite me.

"Keep it clean, only talk to Lucas if you feel it's necessary but I don't think it will be," I reply.

Brandon nods, "Who's the culprit?"

"Rosie White."

Brandon's eyebrow raises, "The brunette?"

"She has a name," I scoff. "Now go, Michaels somewhere in the club if you want to go continue gossiping about me like teenage girls."

He laughs as he rises, "I'll see what I can find out and have it to you by tomorrow evening."

"Good, now get out, just looking at you is pissing me off."

His laughter echoes around the room as he leaves, "Pleasure as always boss."

Closing down my computer, I move towards the window and watch the club fill with customers.

Rosie is serving a group of ladies, to anyone who doesn't know her lack of experience, she'd look like a natural.

She leans towards Elijah a few times, pointing towards the drink or flicking through the list of cocktail recipes we have.

I don't need to speak with Elijah to know I will give her the job, she's persistent, fights for herself, can stand her own ground, and doesn't give up.

Not only that, but I can also keep an eye on her, I can provide her protection whiles she's here and provide her with a job she clearly so desperately desires.

I'll do it for her.

I'd do anything for her, and I don't really know why.

I don't usually hang around until so early in the morning, but I was eager to see what Elijah had to say for Rosie. I'm not surprised he was pleased; I saw for myself how well she picked it up.

I'm keen to see what Brandon discovers about my mysterious troublemaker.

***

Driving through the city, late Sunday afternoon, my car buzzes to life with an incoming call. I hit the call button on the steering wheel.

"What did you find?" I ask.

"Well, I did some digging myself, checked out social medias and ran a few searches on her and I came up as good as you did, basically nothing. I thought it was strange, so I went to Lucas, and fuck me boss, he didn't come back with nothing."

Frowning I reply, "Bad?"

"Fucked up is more the phrase I'd go for."

"Shit, meet me at mine in twenty, and call Lucas and tell him to get me everything he's got on her."

"He did, I've got it all already."

"What's the damage?"

There's a beat of silence before he finally answers, "For start, her name isn't Rosie White."

~Insert dramatic music. What do you think is going to happen? What secrets do you think Rosie is hiding?~