Geneva taps her foot impatiently, arms crossed tightly in front of her chest. She does not have the time of day to talk to this woman, she thinks. But if she doesn't attempt to get a job soon, she'll never hear the end of it with her parents. She hasn't had any luck with any of the clubs she's looked at (we wonder why), so maybe this one will be different. Maybe. She's slipped into this club almost unnoticed before it was open and has been knocking on the manager's door with no answer. How unprofessional, she thinks.













