2 Chapter 2

I closed my eyes.

Oh god.

"Then why did you tell Mark,"

"I said I would talk to you, not that I'll give you a job."

"Why?" I turned around, annoyed at this guy already.

"Well having my little brother ask for help, well let's just said that doesn't happen, ever." I turned to look at him again.

Who did fuck does this guy think he is, does he think I want to be used as some leverage thing he can hold over his brother.

"You got to be kidding me, you made me come here just so you can say that Mark asked you for a favor. Really, really" I ran my hands through my hair. "That's so pathetic, Jesus fuck" I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"I'm not looking for a bartender or a waitress, I was thinking about hiring a P.A. However, I highly doubt you would be interested in it considering you have a degree in psychology. I don't think you want to be someone's lap dog."

"Well, you know what," I looked towards the door then back at him.

Do I take it? What was I expecting from a club?

But It's a job and I need a job desperately.

I took a deep breath.

"Never mind." I turned a walked towards the door.

I got to the door and I stopped.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I turned and looked at him.

He raised an eyebrow daring me to say something else.

What an idiot.

"Okay. First off your an asshole and Secondly, I didn't exactly expect you to have a job where I would use my degree I just need a job for right now, degree or not. And I have done P.A work before, and I really would prefer not to be part of your Beef with Mark."

He smiled and placed his hands on the desk behind him.

"Do you have a resume?"

"Yeah." I pulled out my resume from my bag. I walked up to him and hand it to him.

I can't believe I'm willing to work for this man.

"Have you slept with Mark?" He said as he looked over my resume.

"What!? No! No, I'm, he's a friend, just a friend a good friend. Gross. Besides he has a girlfriend, she is very nice. Oh my god." He placed my resume on the desk with a smirk.

What a fucking asshole, he didn't just seriously ask me that.

"Yes, I am aware that, that doesn't mean you haven't had sex with him."

"He's not my type and no I haven't had sex with him."

"That's hard to believe."

This guy can't be real.

"Whatever. I'm gonna leave." I turned and walked away.

This is too fucking embarrassing.

I was gonna go back home, might as well get out of here, if he is not gonna take me seriously.

"Why would you want to work at a club you don't exactly need a psychology degree to work here?" I turned and looked at him. He was getting on my last nerve.

"I need a job and right now my very expensive Princeton degree is not doing me any good. And for some reason, Mark said you might be able to help me get out of a situation that I didn't see myself in."

"And what situation is that, if I can ask?" He leans back on his desk.

"Well, 4 months ago I got fired, 2 weeks before that, my boyfriend broke up with me. so because of all of that I had to move back in with my mom, and now I am in a club asking one of my good friend's brother for a job; so I can get out of the house and make some money but it just until I can get back to what I love to do." I shrugged.

"Well, I'm gonna leave if you want something my number is on my resume. Thanks, have a good day. Bye." I turned and walked out. I had to leave before I fly completely off the handle on this guy.

I got just out the door when he spoke up.

"You start tomorrow morning, be here at 9; use the back door." I Stopped.

What!?

I walked back to his office.

He had turned his back to the door and picked up his phone.

I looked at him.

Did he just give me a job?

I think he just gave me a job.

Oh my god, I got a job.