Boss's Daughter

1 - The Interview

Marcus' POV

I check my watch, it's 3:17, and the interview was scheduled for 3 o'clock. I'm sure this guy is a busy man but he's the one who made the appointment. When I arrived at this nightclub, a security guard greeted me at the door. He introduced himself as Walker and directed me to the booth I'm sitting in now. This place is huge. I can't say that I've been somewhere so high-end. There's a decent-sized dance floor, a DJ booth, plenty of seating, and a bar. That's where I'll be soon enough. Hopefully. 

My old boss got me this interview, I worked for him for a long time. When I decided to move here he told me he has connections around the city. I thought he meant he knew another bar owner, but this place is next level. Whoever owns this place must be filthy fucking rich. 

More and more time goes by and I start to get antsy when I finally see Walker walking towards me with another man. This guy is exactly the guy I pictured to own this club. Well-dressed and put together, wearing a well-tailored suit. Looking at him makes me feel like a slob in my one good button-up shirt. He looks like the type to have a "guy" for everything. You tell him you need something done - whether it's getting your beard trimmed, a suit tailored, or a new watch - his response will be "I've got a guy for that." He's definitely middle-aged but looks like he's taken care of himself. He's holding a glass of what I assume is whiskey, these dudes love whiskey.

Once the men reach the booth, they take their positions; Walker stays standing while the other man sits across from me, "Marcus, is it?" he asks, taking a sip of whiskey before placing it on the table.

"Yes sir, Marcus Cox," I feel the need to shake his hand but he makes no effort to move, so I keep my hands folded on the table.

"My name is Frank King, it's good to meet you, Jason told me quite a bit about you."

"All good things I hope," I said with a smile. Jason is my former boss, I know for a fact he has nothing bad to say about me.

"Of course, of course. He told me you worked at his bar for 11 years, that's a long time, what kept you around?" 

"Well Jason is a good boss, and I enjoy bartending," I answer honestly.

Mr. King takes another sip of his whiskey and toys with his glass. "That's good to hear. Jason says bartending is the only thing you've ever done. Is that right?"

"Yes sir, I worked at a restaurant as a teenager and started tending their bar when I turned 18." 

Mr. King continues to ask question after question. I haven't had an interview in years so it's hard to say whether this was a normal interview. There's one question he hasn't asked, one that I know could make or break me. I don't want it to come up but it's going to, so I bring it up myself.

"I'd like to tell you this before you find out yourself-"

He holds his hand up, signaling me to stop talking, "I already know about your criminal record Mr. Cox" I'm startled by this. "None of your charges make me believe you are unable to do this job." 

That's not usually the reaction people have to that information.

"Thank you very much, Mr. King. you have no idea how much that means. Not many people are so understanding."

"Not many people are like me," he says with a chuckle, "but you are Marcus. I think you'll find a lot of people that work for me are like us. isn't that right walker?"

"Sure is boss," that's the only thing I've heard Walker say since he introduced himself to me. He glances as me when he says this, as if trying to communicate something to me.

"Well," King started, adjusting his posture, "I think you're the right man for the job. You're clearly dedicated and Jason doesn't speak so highly of just anyone."

"Thank you, sir, I really appreciate this opportunity." Although I'm perfectly qualified I was still nervous I might not get this job. I've never worked at just a high-class club, I've never even been in one until today. "When do I start?"

"We recently... lost one of our bartenders, so we're pretty short-staffed." Mr. King hesitates,  trying to find the right words. "Would you be able to start tonight? You'd be working with another bartender, Nicholas."

"What time should I be here?"

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After the interview, I hop in my car and drive these unfamiliar streets back to my apartment. I've only been here a couple of weeks, I hope this city starts feeling like home soon. I wish I could've stayed in my old town but I had to get out. I have to start fresh. I'm grateful Mr. King doesn't care about my criminal charges, it's better to leave the past in the past. 

In a short 15-minute drive I arrive at my apartment building, my apartment is very small; single bedroom with a tiny kitchen. It's all I can afford and luckily all I need. I have a few hours until my first shift so I take off my interview clothes and get into a t-shirt and sweats. I'm gonna have to wear my interview clothes to work. Mr. King said the dress code is a button-up and slacks, dark colors only. My only "slacks" were a pair of Dickies I've had for 5 years, and fortunately, nobody seemed to notice or mind that I was wearing boots instead of whatever shoes go with this outfit. I suppose it's time to fully immerse myself in the city life and buy new clothes.

Before I forget, I shoot Jason a quick text:

"Hey man, thanks again for that recommendation. I got the job!"

I sit on the couch and try to relax as I anxiously wait until it's time to go back to the club.

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Author's note:

Hello all welcome to my first real story. I've written things in the past but this is the first story I've written as an adult and I am going to really try to make it good. As of now, I have four chapters that are currently getting edited but I couldn't wait any longer, I just had to publish the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it!