WHO is this man ? What's the big deal of having a job here ?
I started to panic. He came closer. Just then, someone, a younger voice than the old man's, shouted. " That's enough Winston. That silly girl have no idea what she's talking about".
It made me angry. Furious.
I could not see him yet, so I called into the crowd. " Silly girl ?!! Who do you think YOU are ?! Too afraid to show your face ?! ", I bellowed.
Absolute silence fell-over the crowd again. But the crowd looked terrified this time. Slowly the crowd parted and he stepped out.
' HE ', to whom that voice belonged to.
Those eyes. Haunting, yet beautiful with no trace of warmth, those eyes were filled with extreme coldness. Icy blue eyes they were. Scary, yet beautiful.
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The person might be in his early 30s or late 20s, I could only guess. He stood there, with a regal looking face, with a sharp jawline and neatly trimmed black hair. Wearing a black suit.
He was glaring at me with those icy blue eyes.
I gulped. Now I realised why the others were terrified when I yelled at him. Because no onedared to do that.. Not until.. now......
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He came towards me, with slow footsteps, each one echoing through the silent hall. Hundred pairs of eyes were spectating the scene.
" Your name ? ", he asked with a unnaturally calm voice. It was almost like a whisper. He was angry. I knew that from that unnatural calmness of his voice. I gulped again.
" E-Emiline Ols-sen ", I stammered. " New to this town eh ?", he asked with that same cold voice, his face expressionless. I nodded, too afraid to speak.
He turned to face the crowd. " Gentleman, go back to your work. Or I'd rather say to your drinking ". Then he turned towards me again ,fixed his haunting eyes at me and said, " I have some business to take care of ".
The next thing I knew, he was dragging me by my hand, out of the pub, towards a crowded street and then he turned to an isolated one. He dragged me towards the very corner of that narrow street and finally let go of my hand.
I was terrified. I started thinking about smacking him in the face and then making a run for it when he started speaking again.
" So you want a job ? Eh ? At the pub ? " , he asked, his eyes glinting maliciously.
I was scared. In fact I started feeling nothing. Numb from fear. " Mmm... ", I nodded. He crossed his arms and looked at me. Expressionless. " Do you know what sort of jobs women get at such places ? ", he asked slowly.
" Umm..", I stammered , " er...no...".
He looked at me from head to foot, arms still crossed.
" Are you a whore ? ", he asked.
I was dumbstruck by the casual way he asked it. And why ?!! Why ask such a ridiculous question ?!
My anger reappeared. My fear of this man evaporated. At least for that moment.
" And Mr.Who-Ever-You-Are, Why -", I took a step towards him, anger flushig my face, "- exactly, do you think - ", I took another step, "- that I am a - ", I gritted my teeth, "- awhore ?!!! ".
He did not have any reaction to it. He stood his ground, expressionless. " Well if you aren't, then you're asking for a job in the wrong place",he said, almost looking bored.
I blinked. I wanted a job. This was my last chance.
" A waitress, aren't there any ? I mean I can be a waitress here..",my words trailed off.
" Well", he sighed, " I can arrange you that job if you want , if you are desperate and stupid enough".
He looked at me. " So...? "
" Yes !! I want it ! But how can you arrange a job for me at the pub ? You don't work there.. do you ? ", I asked him, curiously.
" Oh yes..", he smiled slyly, " I don't work at the pub. I own it. "
