SEIZE EVERYTHING

Chapter 8

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I stare at the mirror and wonder if this is the best job I could've got, I know if I applied to companies I may have gotten my self an office job, and maybe by time I would've been promoted, I had a university degree after all, and good experience, running a contracting company at the age of twenty-two would've been enough to get me anywhere.

I swallowed the lump creating in my throat, I shouldn't be sitting here staring at my reflection and counting the alternatives, I already accepted Mason's offer on Saturday and agreed on starting today, Monday. Mil would work in the morning and I'll be working during the evenings, so we'll barely have time to meet during the weekdays. But that's fine by me, she would be worried maybe, most likely but she'll have to cope with time.

I add a thin layer of lipgloss on my chapped lips and run the brush lazily on my hair before tying it on a high ponytail. I wear a black high-waist mini skirt and tuck a white tank top into it before sliding on my black combat boots and grabbing my keys and phone from my bed, tonight I'm defeating the weather and not giving a damn about it. I stand in front of the long mirror and check myself one last time, I fight the urge to braid my ponytail so bad, it's so messy, it's always like this; everywhere. I try to lower my skirt to hide the tattoo snaking it's way to show. I flip my hair before leaving my room, I need to rock this. I almost laugh at myself, it's bartending for god's sake not running for presidency.

I grab my leather jacket beside the door before walking out and locking it. I head into the elevator and once the doors open I barge in, but I hit a wall. I almost fall back but I steady myself on one foot and then look at the wall; Cole. Our neighbor next door as Mil describes him. He's too big for his age.

" Hey Cole. How are you doing? "

" Uh, I'm fine, you look hella fine, you heading somewhere? " he says before clearing his throat.

For a nineteen year old, I think he shouldn't be flirting or checking out a woman my age, I'm like his god damned mother. It's not a huge age gap, but it's still a lot of years separating us.

" If you wanna keep your eyes in their sockets Cole, you'll need to stop checking me out, this is the last time I warn you. Next time I'll use physical force." I smile widely before stepping into the elevator and laugh when I see him cracking up as well.

Cole was probably a 6'7 or 6'6, he was so tall you'd think he was a utility pole, no exaggeration. Plus he was muscled like those mop bikers, he looked like one of them, I don't know when did he start getting tattoos but he was probably twelve, cause he doesn't have clear skin, except for his baby smooth face, that's the only thing indicating his age, but even that is hard for everyone to see through cause he's always wearing a hard look, like life hasn't treated him well. I won't wonder what a nineteen year old would know about life, cause life had hit me so hard when I was way much younger than that, and it was hard; hard and unfair.

I walk through the double doors of the building and get into the cab. The driver who looks like he should be in bed instead of driving this late at night has a beard that reaches the middle of his torso, I wonder if he can see later during the night, he's really old. I give him the address before texting Mil.

Me: Hey, I just left, how was your day?!!!!

The man on the radio is so annoying he shouldn't be an announcer for so many reasons, first of them being his bad highly pitched voice.
Okay, why am I so cranky? I should just accept it that I'm no longer unemployed - which should make me happy- but I'll be serving drunken pervs every night.

Once I'm out of the cozy air of the cab I regret my dressing choices, my so called bravery against the weather. But I'm thankful  for the amount of people inside the club making it warm inside, but still hard to breath.

I walk to the staff bathrooms and change into the club's staff shirt, it's a rather very tight white t-shirt with a large round neck and a large FOUR written in grey in the middle of it.

I leave the bathrooms and go to the top floor and ask the bodyguards in front of Mr. Owens's office to meet him and one of them goes inside to inform him who am I while the other sends the ever permanent sticking glare on his face towards me.

The door opens and the other bulky man gestures for me to enter, I feel like I entered another place once I'm inside the office.

The design of it is quiet the opposite of the whole club. While the club is modern leaning to a future rock band type of place , his office is classic. From the wooden floor to the large C shape desk set at the far end of the glass wall.

" Jessica, welcome to the Four family." He says with a robotic voice not looking up from the tablet on the table.

I take three small steps into the room which makes me stand in the middle of it all. A deer head is set at the very ending of the left side of the office up above a black painted wooden door. I walk to the chairs set by his desk and sit down putting my hands under my thighs, a nervous habit I grew into after I quit drugs.

I'm not actually nervous. Frankly; I just wanna get downstairs and start work already, but when Mason called and talked to me about the job he said I should visit Cameron on the first day of work.

" Uh thank you, how are you doing, sir." I stress the sir. Since he seems to be so gruff out of nowhere.
He finally looks up at me and I'm greeted by his warm brown-hazel eyes, there is a slight darkness around his eyes, like he hasn't slept well for a week or so, his dirty blonde hair is so slick, it's more defined than my messy life, unlike last time he looks more older, adult ? He doesn't have that boyish smile and dreamy eyes he wears around his wife.

" Mason told me a lot about you, he said you were the biggest shareholder and the president of your father's contracting company.. then you quit out of the blue and got into bartending? What's that about?" He places both arms on the desk and intertwines his fingers, tapping his thumps together waiting for an answer. I shouldn't feel obliged to give him a reason, but I am; he's my boss.

" It was for personal reasons, one of them was my twin sister who was dying and I wanted to have more time with her, so I quit the job cause family comes first."  I almost snicker out loud. Who would've thought I'd be the one saying those words one day.

" Well then, you can get back to your job now." Again he's not looking at me but rather at the tablet.

I start for the door when his voice stops me before I'm outside.
" Oh and one last thing, if you ever see the man from that night you were 'drugged' please call for one of the security guys and show them the man so we can deal with him." He raises one eyebrow at the word drugged as if it was some kind of scheme I made up and he doesn't believe it or something.
What Is Wrong With This Man.
Without saying a word I walk outside the door and down into the bar, soon after I'm too busy to even remember the shitty excuse of a boss I have.

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Helloooo skittles. I'm really sorry I updated this morning instead of last night but I was so tired I really couldn't hold the phone so sorry.

I know this chapter is really small I'm not sorry for that one bit. Lol. Maybe a little bit.

I'm just going through a bad downward phase and it's super hard to focus on writing right now. But I'll try my best.

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