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Carter, my no good big brother is a real asshole with no regard for his family, none whatsoever.
The first sign of his truly disgusting ways was to turn his back on Beth, his nine year old daughter who Dad has taken care of since she was a baby.
Unwanted by her mother who just left her on dad’s doorstep, and Carter who disowned her, me and Dad took care of her.
That was bad, but Carter had to go and make things worse and drag us into the mother of all problems when he got himself in the worst trouble ever. It saw Dad owing over a hundred g’s to a bunch of drug lords who wanted Carter’s head in a box.
And that is how I got here.
I’m here and this is maybe a chance to fix things.
I could stop us from losing everything.
On that thought I take a step and walk up the stairs leading to the grand oak doors. My legs wobble as I put one foot in front of the other and I’m grateful there’s no one around to see me.
Not like last night when I walked by.
I didn’t see much. Being outside, I wouldn’t have, but what I did see tugged at my imagination.
I’d be lying if I said my interest didn’t peak when I saw a woman with platinum blond hair like mine being led away by two men. All were still wearing their masquerade masks from the party and she was in her barely-there lingerie. One of the guys had his hands all over her and they moved along the pathway to get to their limo. The other man kissed her, shoved the straps of her negligée down her arms and started sucking her breasts.
That was what I saw.
Right there in the street for all to see, and they didn’t care.
It was enough to give me a taste of what might go on inside.
I pull in a breath as I approach the large oak doors. The one to the left is already ajar and I just have to give it a push to go inside. I pull in another deep, deep breath, give it a little push and the door swings open.
Instantly, as I look ahead to the sophisticated design of the reception area, I straighten up and push my shoulders back, assuming my legal stance.
I may be going in to ask for this waitressing position but I want to look good. Cool and confident, opposite to the anxiety that roils within me.
I walk inside and my three-inch heels click-clack against the marble floor.
God… it’s actual marble, like the designer couture flooring in Neiman Marcus or Nordstrom.
Definitely classy, and a little odd in some respect, as I never expected a place like this to be linked to classy in the general sense. Not that I’ve ever been to many sex clubs. Or any.
It’s the unknown that’s seriously wigging me out.
I take the corner and see a dark-haired woman sitting at the reception desk. She looks to be in her late twenties, or possibly early thirties. Very pretty and classy too, like the woman I saw leaving last night.
She lifts her head as I come into view and a little smile graces her porcelain face when I approach the desk.
“Hi,” I say and put on my best smile.
“Hello, how can I help you?” she replies and as she smiles I genuinely get that vibe that she’s the kind of person who strives to offer good customer service. It fits to have someone like that on reception, given the wealthy types that I’ve heard come here.
“I know this is a little impromptu but I heard there was a job opening for a waitress position.”
There’s a noticeable shift in her mood at my answer and I realize it’s because I’ve come to ask for a job. She probably initially thought I was a patron.
“Oh… um. Yes there are a few positions. Can I ask who it was that informed you of the job?”
Lord… Chloe told me this could happen, so I was prepared.
“Sure, I was told to give Sal’s name. Sal Mortensen.”
