Chapter 4 : New Girl
He's such a handsome man. Brielle
shook her head in vain as she watched Jack walk towards the hotel.
"That's the owner." remarked the Manager catching her staring.
"Come on, let’s go."
"Oh. Right." Brielle wasn't truly surprised. Of
course, he owned a twenty-storey luxury hotel, that's just what billionaires
did as side investments. Brielle followed the Manager into the
elevator, the doors closing as Jack Dixon stepped into the hotel lobby.
The elevator stopped at the fourteenth floor and the attendant ushered
them out. Brielle let out a surprised gasp.
"It's beautiful." she said. One side of the entire restaurant
was made completely of glass. The beautiful city shone under the afternoon sun
as she looked through them. It was like a view from a hill top. The tables were
arranged near the glass so every customer could enjoy the magnificent scene.
Brielle couldn't help but be mesmerized by her surroundings. She turned
around a little too quickly in her haste to see the intricate chandelier above,
painfully twisting her ankle. Face scrunched up in agony, she tried to stand up
straight.
A tall slim woman, wearing black formal pants and a mauve shirt
approached them. She cast a condescending glance at Brielle before looking at
the Manager.
"Harold, I need someone who has a centre of gravity. I cannot have
her serve soup to the guests if she does stunts like that."
The Manager sighed. "Give her a chance Fanny. She just prevented a
catastrophe downstairs. One of our staff almost smashed the food trolley into
the lobby. Ms. Dane was able to steady our staff as well as retrieve the
trolley without any further damage."
"Is that so?" said the woman named Fanny. She stared at
Brielle trying to locate flaws of any kind. Brielle stood self-consciously,
ignoring the throbbing pain on her ankle.
"Let’s see how she does today. I'm not hiring her yet." said
Fanny squaring her shoulders and standing even straighter.
"Fanny---" started Harold, trying to reason with her.
"No, it’s alright." said Brielle. "I don't mind. Please
let me show I can be a good employee."
Fanny looked at her again, this time, her pointed eyebrows softening.
"You are very earnest. That's good. Alright." she said waving
Harold away and gesturing Brielle to follow her to the kitchen. " How much
experience do you have?"
"I served the entree and dessert at my parent's anniversary's every
year. I also worked at a McDonald's drive through if that counts." said
Brielle limping to catch up with her.
"The anniversary bit tells me you have tenacity to do the same
thing and you have people skills. McDonalds means you are fast and can deal
with stress. I'll start you off at sixteen dollars an hour. Break
anything and it’s out of your pay check." she said.
"Thank you!" said Brielle gratefully. This was what she was
having difficulty making in a day.
"Now, there's some ice in the freezer to your left. Sit on this
chair and take care of that ankle." Fanny said. "The restaurant opens
in an hour."
"Maybe she's not heartless after all." thought Brielle as she
opened the refrigerator. "I think I'm going to like it here."
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