My Arrival
Written by @PretyGrlAmari
Finding myself back in Caldwell after so many years away. It wasn’t my idea to come back. My father said a friend of a friend of a friend needed someone to come and help out for a while at their club and he volunteered me. I’ve been managing a club for five years and I love it. I enjoy the nightlife and the atmosphere. I really didn’t want to leave Vegas, but sometimes we have no choice. Frankly, I think my father just wanted me out of his way. Not that I was trouble, I’m just the one who refuses to live by his stuffy Glymera ways. And, well to honest, trouble does seem to find me which is why I learned at a very young age how to take care of myself. I can’t count on my fingers the number of times someone mistaken my sweet demeanor and ended up on the receiving end of an ass-kicking. Looks can be deceiving ya know. So, here I am at this club owned by shadow brothers for an unknown period of time. Stopping just outside the doors of #ZeroSum to focus myself. I know people don’t often take lightly new blood showing up and taking over. I take a deep breath and put on my “I’m in charge face” and walk in immediately taken aback by the ambiance of the place. This club is more than I expected and from the looks of the scantily clad dancing girls, I think my father failed to tell me everything about this place. Walking up to the bar I am greeted by a gorgeous brunette who looks me over as I just invaded her territory. “Evening, I’m looking to speak with #Trez. He is expecting me.” Her look became a little more protective and her response made my blood boil. “Oh, you must be the one.” My eyes narrowed as I fought back the urge to growl at her. “Yes. I am the ONE he sent for and if you value your position here, I suggest you let the Bossman know I’ve arrived.” She doesn’t say anything in response, just points to the hall towards the back of the club. “Thank you. And forgot to smile, you’ll get better tips that way.” Laughing to myself as I catch the look on her face before I turn and head towards #Trez’s office. Knocking softly and quick “come in” replies. Opening the door and walking in, my eyes fall on my new boss for the first time and I am surprised to find he is nothing what I expected. “You must be #Trez. I’m Amari. I believe a mutual family friend sent me here to lend a hand while your second in command is out of commission. So, I’m here. Where shall we begin?
