Hennessy

Offer

~Hennessy~

Dressed in a pair of workout tights, a baggy black shirt and a pair of trainers. My curls tied in a messy bun. Running down the streets of New York, my heart rate high as sweat dripped down my body, music blasting through my headsets. Allowing all worries and thoughts to drift off. It's been two weeks since the accident happened, after a few days of having the worst headache , the pain subsided and just as I expected, I didn't hear from Damien. Working out is my therapy, and it helps me maintain my body. My pace slowing down, the music pauses as my phone rings. "Hello" I greet, "is this Henrietta Jones" the lady on the line asks, "yes this is she", "this is Cindy, I'm calling from Paradisus. The marketing panel was satisfied by your performance and would like to make you an offer. Are you available to come in this afternoon at 2:00 p.m.?" The lady asks. My eyes wide in shock, I was sure I didn't get the job, with how quiet they've been and how the environment is something I'm not use to, I was certain they got the bougie girls. "Uhm, yeah. Thank you so much. I will be there" I say awkwardly, "thank you very much, we'll see you then" she says before hanging up. My eyes wide in shock and a glimpse of happiness. Seeing the time, I run back home to get ready.

Deciding on an all-black outfit. Wearing a pair of black track pants, a black bodysuit that hug my figure, pairing the look with white sneakers. Seeing the chilly weather I pick out a black mini jacket, finishing off the look with a white bucket hat. Well it isn't exactly the most formal place, and I pray I'm not asked to perform again.

Walking in the large building, there is definitely less girls this time. Everyone seems to be dressed in sexy outfits. I definitely stand out as always. "Sweat pants? Really Henny" Jasmine's voice booms, rolling my eyes, "I couldn't decide, besides they said they just want to talk".  "Okay ladies! Listen up!" A lady appears before us. Calling on names, mine included, my eyes widen. Probably 10 of us, out of the 30 women that are here. "Please follow me" looking over to Jasmine, she shrugs her shoulders in confusion. Leaving her behind as I followed with the rest of the girls. Going up the stairs. We are taken to a boardroom like room. Standing in front of us. A smile on her face. I did not see her at the auditions, but she's beautiful. Standing tall, the white bodycon dress hugging her petit figure, her hair in a brown pixie cut. Her eyes piercing, a nose ring on her sharp nose. Her tone light and her lips in a thin line. Handing us a bunch of files according to our names. "Good afternoon ladies, my name is Cleopatra, but everyone calls me Patra" she smiles, her aura warm and welcoming yet stern. "I am in charge of the club's event organising team; I focus on the needs of our customers, and will be here to assist you ladies to ensure you meet the demands of our customers" she says. " I'm sure you are all wondering why you got called up here" she smiles tightly, "well you 10 have been selected to be the faces of Paradisus, meaning we would like you to be our most exclusive ladies". "The conditions of your work are in that file, as well as the salary we are offering excluding the tips. However one of the main conditions of being an exclusive girl means you can no longer work for any club here in New York or make explicit content elsewhere" she says. "These are 3 month contracts, should you not perform to Paradisus' exclusive standard, you will be demoted or better yet let go" she says sternly. "You have 48 hours to accept or decline the offer, should we not receive the signed contract within then, the offer will automatically be withdrawn. Enjoy the rest of your day ladies" she Says before walking off...

~Damien~
Seated in front of Darnell, "so far I'm happy with the documentation that was provided by the different stakeholders, the accountant has also set up the required documents for your taxes, you could open up tomorrow even" I say proudly making him smirk. "I knew I could count on you brother" he says happily, getting up from his seat; striding over to the corner station, grabbing the crystal whiskey bottle he pours down the drink onto the two whiskey glasses, "and now I expect the remainder of my payment" I laugh, "of course you remember that" he rolls his eyes placing the glass of whiskey in front of me. "But on the real, congratulations to you brother" I say, clicking our glasses together before taking a sip. His eyes widen as he stared behind me, "oh my fucken god" he breaths, furrowing my brows, looking behind me.  Noticing the group of girls walking down the stairs, "what? Fancying your employees?" I ask looking back at him. "Nah, but look at her" he hisses, following his eyes, my eyes make contact with the woman in the black outfit. Her face holding no emotion but it sure did draw attention, furrowing my brows, "I know her" I say before I can stop myself. "The fuck don't tell me you sma-" "it's that crazy chick whose car I bumped" I huff. "Bro!! You forgot to mention that she bad bad! All of THAT, and all you remembered is that she's crazy!", "I'm a married man re-" "negro I don't give a fuck!" He hisses. "I wouldn't mind crazy with all that bunda! All tha-" "ey, she's your employee so I would behave if I were you" I quickly cut him off. "I'm telling Bryson you have gone blind" he says making me roll my eyes. If I'm being honest, she's the most beautiful woman I've laid eyes on; but admitting that already feels like cheating, her aura inviting, yet her feisty personality seems to amuse me.