Ghost Girl, Becca Marien [inspiring books for teens txt] 📗

Huh. Would you look at that? This looked promising. A bar was under new management and was looking for some new people. I could do one of these jobs, she thought. Waitress, bartender, even a busser.

She took a shower, put on black slacks and a white button-down shirt. The classic job-hunting outfit. She pulled on a black suit jacket and headed out. When she pulled up to the bar it was closed. There were a few guys unloading a truck.

She got out and hurried around two people carrying a roundtable, and slipped into the dimly lit area. It was all wood and dark colors. The sound of sizzling was off to her right, and she could see people laughing and cooking. People arranged tables on the main floor and argued about what looked best. A guy dressed in all black with a rag tossed over his shoulder angrily scrubbed at a spot on the bar.

She squared her shoulder and made a beeline for him. Something about the way he looked gave off power. He had to know who was in charge because he had to work closely with him. She took in a breath to question him-

"We're closed. We don't open until the weekend. Can't you read? There was a sign outside."

"I'm looking for the owner."

He jerked his head up to me, and She took a step back. He glared at her with the greenest eyes that you had ever seen.

"What do you want?"

"Well, I want to talk to the owner," She slapped her leg.
He grinned at her, "I mean what do you want, as in I am the owner."
"Oh." She stood up straight and nodded, "Sorry."
"What do you want kid?" He began to scrub again.

"Are all of you men useless?"

"Excuse me?" He laughed, his hands falling onto the bar.
"You cannot seriously believe for a second, that scrubbing at a chunk of old food with a dry rag will get you anywhere."

"What can you do?" He began to scrub again."
"Clean that stain."

He tossed the rag down, and leaned against the counter behind the bar, holding up a hand. She nodded and went into the kitchen. She looked over the bottles of cleaners and finally found open. She gave the stain a squirt and the rag and cleaned the bar.

"Huh," He joined her looking over her shoulder, "Well who would have thought?"

She turned to him sticking out her hand, "Evelyn."

"Evelyn," He shook her hand, "You have yourself a job."

"What position?"

"Any position you want."

Publication Date: 01-10-2018

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