New Money (JB//Current)

Chapter Five.

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       The next evening, Camilla had insisted on taking me to get to know my working environment. I still wasn't entirely sure about what I was doing, but whatever it was, it would help me reach the top. She told me that I'd have to quit my side jobs, and that I'd finally get the opportunity to live on my own. The idea of a roommate was hilarious to her.

We had been driving for a while, nearly two hours. And every time I'd ask her where the building was, she'd smile and shrug. "Be patient," she told me.

The ride was slightly uncomfortable with her trying to crawl into my lap the entire time. She'd even offered to please me a few times, which bothered me greatly. 

"It wouldn't take long, and it'd make this ride a bit more bearable."

I shook my head and cleared my throat. "I need to stay professional, Camilla."

She pouted and slid back over into her proper seat. "Fine."

The drive had lasted at least forty minutes after that. We had arrived in a barren lot. An old warehouse stood in the center about three stories high and wide in size. It looked absolutely uninviting and abandoned. Weeds grew against the walls, and patches of yellow grass had sprouted between cracks in the concrete.

"Are you sure we aren't lost," I asked her. She tipped the chauffeur a waved as he drove off.

"His name's Larry," she told me. "Relax, darling. We are right where we should be." She kicked a small pebble and cleared her throat. "Right, then. Are you ready?"

I stared at her as if she were crazy. I really doubted anyone wanted to be apart of any business in a place like this. It was entirely unappealing, and even slightly terrifying. Still, I nodded.

She dusted my shoulders and straightened the suit on me. "Good. Now, these men don't play around." She stood back and examined me before nodding her head in approval. "Follow me."

She quickly led me towards the building, walking in silence and stopping once we reached the metal door. Then she knocked lightly and a small window opened. A pair of eyes appeared, accompanied with dark, bushy eyebrows.

"Oh, it's you sweetheart," the man said. "Whose this?" He looked toward me.

It felt like being in one of those typical gangster movies, except I was the star. And I would have never imagined myself in a position like this. The fact that Camilla had been involved in it all was also surprising and made me question just what kind of girl she was.

"A colleague," she replied. "He's with me."

The metal window slid shut and the door opened, revealing a tall guy with muscles too big for his own good. His hair was slicked back and the dark shirt was so tight, the threads were loosening. I was intimidated.

"Thank you, Jim." Camilla walked past him, and I followed behind.

I was completely astonished at the interior of it all. It was utterly elegant and well-kept. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, and people walked back and forth between rooms. Paintings on the walls and indoor plants decorated this lobby room. The lights were dimmed slightly and a long counter stood at the center.

And there were girls. Girls everywhere. All of them half-dressed, sprawled on seats or leaning against the walls smoking cigarettes. They stared hungrily as I walked past, some even managing to brush my shoulders or stroke my hair.

"Don't mind them, darling," Camilla spoke. She directed us toward an elevator and we stepped inside. Girls twirled their fingers and waved as the doors shut.