Lying to Survive

Chapter 10

Interview

Your apartment was small. Much smaller than you were used to. At least the bedroom and bathroom were separate from the living room.

Your apartment was in what you would describe as the bad part of town. I guess it would be too high-profile for you to live in an expensive apartment.

The next month went by fast as you learned to live by yourself. Everytime you went out it was in a hoodie and face mask. Nothing else suspicious had happened since the car incident. You had reasoned it was most likely just one of your uncles or aunts making sure you got home safely. If it was anybody dangerous, they would have killed you that night. That you were sure of.

Anyways, now you were on your own. You had to learn how to do laundry which was definitely an experience. All the food you bought was from 7-Eleven. You couldn't remember the last time you had a meal bigger than two slices of pizza. You tried so hard not to spend all the money your father gave you, but it wasn't easy. You needed a source of income, quick.

Good thing it was just about time for you to apply for that job.

Your aunt had given you another envelope before you left. A bigger one. In it was a business card with the bar's address on it and your "resume".

You almost laughed when you read it.

Apparently, you had graduated high school at the top of your class then graduated from a prestigious college with your bachelor's degree in Business. You worked all through high school and college at a fancy Italian restaurant where you rose up to the position of assistant manager. They would be insane not to hire you. You were probably more qualified than them. "Qualified".

You put on clothes other than a hoodie and left your facemask at home for the day. You even bought makeup and a new blouse just for this.

It better be worth it. You thought before heading out.

It was about four thirty when you got to the bar. It was open but nobody had come in yet. There were big neon letters on the outside that read the name of the club, BT21. Weird but okay. You took a deep breath and walked into the bar.

You immediately took in your surroundings. It was bigger than you had expected. There was a separate room in the back with a smoking sign on it. Tables everywhere. Booths lined the walls. A huge bar called all of the room's attention. At one of the tables a man was sitting down with papers and a calculator in front of him. Two other guys were behind the bar cleaning glasses with a rag. They all looked up at you. You guessed they probably weren't part the gang, one of the lower members. Heads of the family usually sent people to do all their work.

You guessed wrong.

The guy with the papers stood up. He was a lot taller than you expected. He buttoned his suit jacket and smiled at you, revealing his dimples.

"Hello, welcome to BT21. How can we help you?"
"I'm here to apply for the bartender job."
The two boys behind the bar looked at each other with excitement.
"Can I see some ID please?" He asked.
Ah right, you had a fake one of those too. You took it out of your purse and he checked your age.
"Y/N, right?" You nodded your head. "Nice to meet you. I'm Namjoon." Your heart stopped a little as you shook his hand.
Namjoon. The Kim Namjoon? He was who your family suspected to be the leader of the "Bangtan Boys". You had definitely heard his name being yelled in frustration from your father's office. You weakly smiled back.
"Do you have a resume?" He asked. "If you have one, we can skip the filling out an application part."
"Yes, I do." You handed him the piece of paper.
"Let's go into my office."

He led you to the back and to his office.

The walls were painted a deep red. The carpet was black and plush under your feet. The desk and chairs were probably real wood, along with the leather on the couches. There were two huge bookshelves by the desk. There was bottles of scotch on empty spots under the books. You recognized the brands from home, so they must been expensive.

Everything smelled like cigarettes.

He took a seat in his desk chair and motioned in front of him for you to do the same. He smiled at you. Do mob bosses usually smile this much? Your father certainly never did, ever. He gave your resume a once-over.

"You've had a lot of experience for someone your age."
You laughed, probably out of nervousness.
"It seems that way, I know. But in reality, I got a job at a restaurant in high school and stayed there through college. I just moved up the ranks."
"Why did you leave?"
"It was time for a change. I had always wanted to live in a bigger city, so moving was perfect for me."
"I see."

Namjoon asked you a couple more basic questions. You answered all of them perfectly. If there was one thing you knew how to do well, it was lie. You did stuff like this for your training. You would sit down with an aunt or an uncle and they would ask you questions. You had to lie to answer. They would ask about your lie and you had to give more details to solidify your story. You were perfect at it.

The interview ended and Namjoon looked at you for a few seconds, seeming to try and figure you out while deciding something himself. You gave him a small smile.

"Okay, so here's the thing." He started. "I'm going to hire you."
You mocked excitement.
"Really!? Thank you!"
"But we're very short-handed right now, so I would also need you to wait some tables. Is that okay?"
"That's fine."
"And all of your hours are going to be late, since you'll be helping close up shop too."
Perfect.
"I've always been a night-owl anyways."
"Can you start right now? We're always busy today."
Even better. You smiled at him.
"I definitely can."
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[A/N]

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