“I DON’T HAVE NO TIME FOR THESE BITCHES, I’M HANDLING BUSINESS.” JOHNNY CINCO
“Tonight, we’re expecting a lot of big names, so it’s on y’all to make sure they’re having a good time. I don’t want to see an empty glass in sight. Every time they take a sip, top that mother fucker off.”
“What if they don’t want the complimentary champagne?”
“That’s all we offering. Let ’em know that we have bottles for sale,” Kadeer answered.
“Koko and Meilani, y’all are in sections four through eight. Split the tips at the end of the night. If you work together and be cohesive when it comes to anticipating their needs the more y’all make.” It sounded simple but to these young, money-hungry hoes, the word teamwork didn’t exist. Kadeer knew what he was doing. This was their last chance to get it together or he would be firing the both of them. He now understood that in the entertainment/nightlife industry, a pretty face didn’t always equate to dollars. They were easily looking for a come-up and it irritated him so bad. He needed girls who were hustlers and who knew how to get the money.
“What’s the word for tonight?” he posed a question for the staff.
“UPSELL!” they said in unison.
“One more time, what are we going to do tonight?”
“UPSELL!”
He clapped his hands, happily. “Exactly, so that means I should see bottle sparklers in the air from the time we open to the time we close. Whoever sells the most bottles gets a thousand dollars.”
“Do we get it tonight or when we get our tip-out?” The main one who didn’t upsell had the nerve to ask.
“Tonight,” Kadeer said in a snippy tone. She got on his damn nerves.
“That’s all I got. Make sure you re-applying lipstick and perfume please. Y’all can’t be smelling like you just left the gym.” He hated to be the one to have to reiterate this but their mamas clearly didn’t teach them shit.
“Yo, DJ Smurf hang back for me, bro,” Jio said.
He never spoke in these meetings. He was rarely available for them since this was more Kadeer’s lane anyway.
The staff filed out of the room in a rush to get to family meal. They were fed every night after Kadeer realized that the customer service was better when the staff wasn’t starving or stealing food off of people’s plates at the expo window.
“Wassup boss?” Smurf said after the room cleared.
“I made this lil’ list for you. Tape it to your table, pin it to your memory… whatever you need to do, make it happen.”
Kadeer didn’t know what he was talking about, but he would wait to ask him when they were alone.
“Who is Nina?”
Jio stood and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He flipped through a few photos before handing it over to Smurf.
“That’s Nina, and whenever you see her or you’re notified that she’s in the building, you play that song on the paper.”
“Gotcha, and what do you mean by 911 for this song?”
“If you see the police or you’re notified that an undercover may possibly be in the club.”
“To remind you, you signed an NDA so I won’t hear this from any of the girls, will I?” Kadeer threatened in his own way.
“Not at all.”
“Appreciate it man. Go crazy tonight!” Jio dapped him up and Smurf was out of their sight in no time.
“Nigga you made a cheat code? Literally?”
Jio chuckled, “Call it what you want. Nina won’t pop up on me no more without me knowing.”
“Why did she do that anyway?”
