Charlotte Hart is a young, inexperienced individual when it comes to Jacob's lavish lifestyle. She was scouted to work for him, leaving behind some of her favorite people at a service job she acquired through college. The new field of work proves to...
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After three days of crappy tips and doing the absolute most for tables who won't remember me after their dinner, the offer Jacob put on the table sounded more and more enticing. I sat on my couch, sipping red wine as I scrolled through my phone. Tonight, Filip screamed in my face for forgetting to ring in an item, the table complaining to him about my lazy service. I know I can't do this for the rest of my life. I'm sure things would be different if the club was run by someone who actually cared about their staff. I hugged my legs to my chest wondering if working under Jacob would be any better. I hadn't told Lana or Brandon about the offer, yet. I didn't think I needed to because I wasn't actually considering it until tonight. My fingers started drafting an email to Jacob, not knowing how I should word, "Hey my boss really pissed me off tonight so I'm considering working for you, which could also be just as worse." I decided to just keep it short, asking for more information about the position.
Jacob,
So if I did consider your offer, what all would it entail?
Thanks, Charlotte Hart
I huffed as I sent the email, not feeling the need to be professional in any sense. After all, the most professional thing about him is his custom tailored suits he wears everyday. I bet he looks at himself in the mirror after slipping on a new, freshly laundered Tommy Hilfiger blazer and prays the clothing will magically give him a new persona. I can see that he assumed coming into a business with millions would be a lot less work than it is. It was 12:30pm on a Monday night, I didn't expect a response tonight anyway.
I switched on my tv, putting on whatever popped up first on the screen. Tonights pick was The Vampire Diaries. It was the last thing I was watching. I can't explain the comfort I get from rewatching my favorite episodes. It's nice to watch a drama that would never in a million years become a reality for me.
As Damon appeared on the screen snapping someone's neck, my phone buzzed.
Miss Charlotte,
Please feel free to call me on my personal number below. We can chat about it.
I groaned, knowing I would have to pause my show and put effort into a conversation with Jacob. I should have figured he would still be up. He's always working. I clicked on his number after taking a sip of my wine, hearing the dial tone sound. My nerves were slowly dissipating with each private encounter I have with him.
"Charlotte, I'm glad you're finally coming to your senses," Jacob said picking up after the third ring.
"I'm not sure if this is the more sensible option, but Filip's got death wish. I can't stand it anymore," I said truthfully.
"Well, it's hard to get mad at your boss when it's you, huh?" I could hear him proud of his comment.
"So how would I be my own boss if I don't even know what the hell I'm doing?" I asked.
