The Orchid's Sinful Petals

Chapter One: Leia

In the dark streets, you can feel the pulsating music that reverberated throughout the city night. I unwittingly stumbled into a city that is just surrounded by darkness and not in literally sense more like the enegry of the people in New York City. There's an existence that I could never have fathomed when making my move into the new city. It just seems different than I expected, little do I know this city. I just needed to escape, it was the only way to escape my father and my previous life behind.

As I made my way up to my new home, Upon entering the shared apartment with a room mate that isn't here right now given from the text I just received from her. I found myself in a small foyer with light blush color wallpaper and slightly worn-out tiles beneath my feet. The dim light filtering through the dusty windows cast a subdued atmosphere, giving the space a nostalgic charm. The air was thick with history, as if the walls held whispered tales of previous inhabitants. To my left, a cozy living room unfolded, dominated by a vintage floral-patterned couch that seemed to have weathered countless conversations and afternoon naps. Sunlight filtered through the faded curtains, creating a warm, muted glow. The hardwood floors creaked softly underfoot as I explored further, revealing an array of mismatched throw pillows and a well-loved coffee table adorned with dog-eared books. Moving into the kitchen, the aroma of aged wood and a hint of coffee lingered in the air. The cabinets were a mix of eras, some sporting chipped paint while others retained a glossy finish.

As I ventured into the bedroom, I discovered a quaint sanctuary. The bed, with its antique wrought-iron frame, took center stage, adorned with a patchwork quilt that told its own story. A vintage vanity stood proudly against one wall, its mirror reflecting the room's history. An old clawfoot bathtub beckoned for long, indulgent soaks, while a pedestal sink added a touch of elegance. The cracked tiles hinted at years of shared morning routines and whispered secrets.

Despite the quirks and imperfections, the apartment exuded a unique charm that captivated the imagination. It was a canvas waiting for a new chapter, with each scratch and mark on the walls telling a story that only time could unfold. As I make myself comfortable in my new home. I start my search for needing a job, One thing I can do are interviews, but why is it so difficult to get an interview started around here. I thought with being in New York it has full of opportunities for work, so I've heard but this shouldn't be so hard to find granted I don't have much experience. So I just need something until I can find a better job. 

As I continue my search for jobs on the laptop, I've come across a night club ad online called Orchid. it seem to be that they're looking for waitresses and bartenders to work during the night shifts, it seems like a easy responsibility so I further my search for the information to call the owner of the club. After a few rings, I hear a gentlemen on the other end of the phone picking up. His voice is so deep with hint of raspiness to it that makes my belly warm.  As the man starts to talk, " Hello, this Derek Blackwell, How can I help you?, he just sounds really nice by his voice and I started to speak Hello Mr.Blackwell, my name is Leia Beckett and I had some questions regarding the ad online and explaining my reasoning for calling, Mr. Blackwell was really helpful and allowing me come into the club tonight. So we can meet in person and I could do a quick interview with him so I can start work soon. 

Later that evening, I am looking for clothes to wear with Derek and I interview. I eventually found the perfect piece to put together. I opted for a form-fitting black leather jacket that added a touch of rebellious flair to ensemble. Underneath, I am wearing a sleek, low-cut red blouse that hinted at sophistication while maintaining a hint of playfulness. Pairing the top with a high-waisted, tailored black skirt, The skirt's slit added a hint of allure without compromising my professionalism. I even chose to wear strappy stiletto heels that elongated my silhouette and exuded confidence with every step for this interview. 

To complete the ensemble, My hair is styled in loose waves, added a touch of effortless glamour. I left the house to make my way over to Orchid as instructed. As I enter into the nightclub, I am met with the man I spoke with over the phone, Derek Blackwell the owner of the club. This man has an enigmatic charm that seemed to draw people in like a moth to a flame. Standing at an imposing 6 feet tall, his presence demanded attention, with a strong, well-defined jawline that hinted at both strength and mystery. His tousled, dark hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, framing piercing, steely-blue eyes that held secrets untold. Derek's attire mirrored his brooding demeanor, often clad in impeccably black tailored suit that accentuated his powerful physique and wondering what his body looks like when he flex in his moments. A subtle hint of cologne lingered around him, leaving a trail of intrigue wherever he went when we walked further into the club together. We take our sit at a vip table that is reserved to him apparently. He starts to discuss more about the job and what is required and expectations without hesitation. My clothing choice has freedom but required to "look presentable even sexy" as Derek stated. They're in need of employees as of this moment as soon as possible to fill in the spots for people who left the job unexpectedly and I was easily accepted into the club to work the night shifts after Derek and I interview. My shift for my new job starts tomorrow night.