Whiskey, On The Rocks

two

I read over the contract first, carefully, twice. With all the work Selena did trying to get into the lawyer's firm, I'd learnt some stuff off her and was able to pick out any sketchy details if there were any. But this contract seemed pretty good.

Too good.

I frowned to myself, taking out my phone and opening up my notes app. As I skimmed the contract through a third time, I took notes of everything my gaze snagged on. I got to pick what kind of staff member I wanted to be; on call, part time, or full time. I had to do a weeklong training course that I'd be paid for, and then I had to pass a test before I could start working shifts. The pay was really good for just bartending, so I scanned every line carefully, but there was nothing to suggest I'd be doing anything except working in the bar. There was the mention of a dress code (anything as long as it was black and wasn't super revealing), break times depending on the length of a shift, and how much leave I'd be entitled to.

When I'd gone through it a third time, I put my phone back into my pocket and signed it. Then I picked up the NDA. It was a one-sided contract, only stating that I would not share information about my position, my responsibilities, or any occurrences that happened on site or on the clock with anyone outside of staff. I chewed on my lip as I read it through, wondering why there was a whole separate NDA for this, why I had to sign things before the interview. There would be a reason, but I didn't get it. 

Well, what's the worst that could happen? I glanced back at the contract, scanning the last lines before my signature. It stated that I could terminate my contract at any time and that I should give notice if I could. There was nothing tying me down to this place if there was something off. So I pressed my lips together, and I signed the NDA as well.

"Finished?"

"Yes." My head snapped up. I hadn't even heard him approach the table. "Is this yours?" I asked quietly as I handed him back the pen, and he nodded, tucking it into his pocket. "So you're Travis Kelce." He didn't seem that much older than me, not at all, but he was obviously powerful.

"I generally prefer my staff to address me as Mr Kelce." He told me as he picked up both documents, giving them a glance before folding them up. I swallowed and nodded as he motioned for me to get up. Getting to my feet, I fell into step behind him as he led me around into the bar. "Alright Miss Swift." Travis turned to me, extending a hand out to the bar. "Show me what you can do."

-

"Hey!" I called out as I pushed the door open, a takeaway bag swinging from my arm. 

"Oh my god, food!" Selena moaned as I tossed it onto her lap where she sat on the couch. "I love you so much. How'd it go?"

"Really good." I nodded. "I got the job. I had to sign an NDA first through, which was weird, but there wasn't anything that seemed off."

"It's not all that weird." Selena shrugged, stuffing some fries into her mouth. "A lot of places do that now." I nodded, flopping down onto the couch with her and grabbing some food for myself. "So what's it like?"

"I start a week long training course tomorrow." I told her. "Paid. Then I'll have a meeting with the boss to discuss my hours and stuff like that. He has to watch me work one shift, and then he decides whether to keep me on." Selena nodded, and her reaction told me that this was good. "Pays good, breaks are good, the whole thing seems good."

Selena nodded, and I sighed as I leaned back. I wasn't super hungover but that had been tiring to stress about showing Travis my bar skills with no warning. I was pretty sure I'd done alright, well, I would have had to since I'd got the chance. He hadn't given much away as to how I'd done in his expression, but I got the sense he didn't show much emotion if he didn't want to.