Phenomenal X
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“It’s Anna, and I’m her cousin,” I correct him.
“Whatever.” He points to himself. “I’m Andy, welcome aboard. We’re short-staffed today, so I’m afraid there won’t be much time for training. I’m going to give you some tables.”
He stalks toward the door to the left and when I don’t immediately follow behind him, he raises his eyebrows at me. “Well, come on.” He waves at me to follow him. “We don’t have all day. Dinner rush is in two hours, and you have a lot to learn before I toss you out there.”
I follow Andy into what appears to be his office, although I swear it feels more like a storage closet with all the supplies stacked around his tiny, metal desk.
He opens the desk drawer to the right and pulls out a couple of papers. He slaps them down on the desk, along with a pen, and then pours four antacid tablets into his hand, and popping them in his mouth. “This is an official application and a W2 form. Fill them both out, make sure you mark your tax-withholding information down correctly, and lastly, sign our accountability form.”
All of that sounds pretty standard except for the last one. “What’s the accountability form for?”
“It’s our theft policy here at Larry’s. We’re a small, family-owned business, and my father, Larry, came up with it to help protect us if we suspect an employee of stealing from us. It basically says if we suspect an employee is stealing in any manner, they will be terminated with no questions asked.”
“Sounds fair enough.”
“Good. Glad you’re on the same page. Leave the papers on the desk once you complete them, and then go find Quinn. Tell her to start you on dinner prep.”
And just as quickly as he appeared, Andy’s gone again, leaving me no time to ask any questions at all.
I sit down at the desk and make quick work of the paperwork. Seeing as I’m only twenty-one years old, with absolutely zero work history, there’s really not much for me to write down. The tax form trips me up a bit, but after reading it carefully, I figure it out.
I stack the papers neatly on Andy’s desk and head back out into the kitchen. Brock is back at the grill next to Tyler, but Quinn is nowhere to be seen.
Tyler glances up at me and smiles. I’m sure he notices the clueless expression on my face. “Hey, Anna. You lost?”
I nod. “Can you tell me where I can find Quinn? Andy told me to find her when I was through with the paperwork he gave me.”
Brock jerks his head toward the dining area. “She’s on the floor.”
“Thanks.” I turn to head that way when Brock’s voice stops me.
“Tell her I’m sorry, would you? And that I admit I’m a complete idiot and that she was right. She won’t listen to me.” His brown eyes appear pained, and he seems sincere.
“Sure thing.”
Whatever’s going on between them feels very intense, and that’s a mystery I need to get to the bottom of. I push through the swinging kitchen door, wondering why Quinn didn’t tell me about Brock before, and find myself in a dimly lit pub. Dark-green berber carpet stretches from wall to wall, while tables and booths fill the rest of the space. Behind the expansive wooden bar is a hardwood floor and a window that opens to the kitchen. A couple of plates of prepared burgers and fries sit under a heat lamp, waiting to be served.
A tall redhead with slender arms and legs stands behind the bar, drying beer mugs before stacking them underneath the bar. She’s beautiful in that non-traditional sort of way, and I immediately consider how great her tips must be with boobs as big as hers.
When she catches me openly watching her, she rolls her eyes. “You the new girl?”
I nod and walk over to introduce myself, wanting to make a better impression with her than I had with the two cooks and my boss. “Hi. I’m Anna.”
Her green eyes flick down to my extended hand, but she makes no attempt to reciprocate the greeting. “Look, I don’t train newbies, I don’t give pointers, I don’t share my tables, and the bar seating is mine. Above all, stay the hell away from my regulars. If you’re looking for a friend, don’t come sniffing in my direction. If you want to keep your job here, just learn to stay out of my way because Andy listens to everything I say. Got it?”
I swallow hard, not missing her blatant disdain, or the fact that she seems to run this place. It doesn’t take a lot to realize that she’s one woman I don’t want to piss off.
“Got it.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Good.”
Just then Quinn approaches the bar and her brown eyes flit from me to the redhead and then back again. Her pretty pink lips twist before her gaze snaps toward the unfriendly bartender. “Alice, don’t be a fucking bitch. Anna’s cool, so lighten up.”
Alice folds her thin arms across her chest. “Don’t expect me to cut her any slack just because she’s related to you, Quinn.”
“I’m not asking for any favors. I just want you to act like a human being instead of a demon bitch from hell. Try and pretend you have a heart for a change, would you? It’s her first day. Soon enough she’ll learn to stay away from your evil ass.”
I’m quietly impressed by the way Quinn goes right back at her, not allowing her to push her around in the slightest.
Alice rolls her eyes and returns to drying the mugs. “Whatever, Quinn. Just makes sure she knows the rules.”
Quinn waves her off dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. You’re the queen bee, and the rest of us are lowly peons. I think she can handle it.” She moves behind the bar and picks up the waiting burgers, placing them on her tray before turning toward me. “Come on, Anna, let’s get you trained up.”
“Whatever.” He points to himself. “I’m Andy, welcome aboard. We’re short-staffed today, so I’m afraid there won’t be much time for training. I’m going to give you some tables.”
He stalks toward the door to the left and when I don’t immediately follow behind him, he raises his eyebrows at me. “Well, come on.” He waves at me to follow him. “We don’t have all day. Dinner rush is in two hours, and you have a lot to learn before I toss you out there.”
I follow Andy into what appears to be his office, although I swear it feels more like a storage closet with all the supplies stacked around his tiny, metal desk.
He opens the desk drawer to the right and pulls out a couple of papers. He slaps them down on the desk, along with a pen, and then pours four antacid tablets into his hand, and popping them in his mouth. “This is an official application and a W2 form. Fill them both out, make sure you mark your tax-withholding information down correctly, and lastly, sign our accountability form.”
All of that sounds pretty standard except for the last one. “What’s the accountability form for?”
“It’s our theft policy here at Larry’s. We’re a small, family-owned business, and my father, Larry, came up with it to help protect us if we suspect an employee of stealing from us. It basically says if we suspect an employee is stealing in any manner, they will be terminated with no questions asked.”
“Sounds fair enough.”
“Good. Glad you’re on the same page. Leave the papers on the desk once you complete them, and then go find Quinn. Tell her to start you on dinner prep.”
And just as quickly as he appeared, Andy’s gone again, leaving me no time to ask any questions at all.
I sit down at the desk and make quick work of the paperwork. Seeing as I’m only twenty-one years old, with absolutely zero work history, there’s really not much for me to write down. The tax form trips me up a bit, but after reading it carefully, I figure it out.
I stack the papers neatly on Andy’s desk and head back out into the kitchen. Brock is back at the grill next to Tyler, but Quinn is nowhere to be seen.
Tyler glances up at me and smiles. I’m sure he notices the clueless expression on my face. “Hey, Anna. You lost?”
I nod. “Can you tell me where I can find Quinn? Andy told me to find her when I was through with the paperwork he gave me.”
Brock jerks his head toward the dining area. “She’s on the floor.”
“Thanks.” I turn to head that way when Brock’s voice stops me.
“Tell her I’m sorry, would you? And that I admit I’m a complete idiot and that she was right. She won’t listen to me.” His brown eyes appear pained, and he seems sincere.
“Sure thing.”
Whatever’s going on between them feels very intense, and that’s a mystery I need to get to the bottom of. I push through the swinging kitchen door, wondering why Quinn didn’t tell me about Brock before, and find myself in a dimly lit pub. Dark-green berber carpet stretches from wall to wall, while tables and booths fill the rest of the space. Behind the expansive wooden bar is a hardwood floor and a window that opens to the kitchen. A couple of plates of prepared burgers and fries sit under a heat lamp, waiting to be served.
A tall redhead with slender arms and legs stands behind the bar, drying beer mugs before stacking them underneath the bar. She’s beautiful in that non-traditional sort of way, and I immediately consider how great her tips must be with boobs as big as hers.
When she catches me openly watching her, she rolls her eyes. “You the new girl?”
I nod and walk over to introduce myself, wanting to make a better impression with her than I had with the two cooks and my boss. “Hi. I’m Anna.”
Her green eyes flick down to my extended hand, but she makes no attempt to reciprocate the greeting. “Look, I don’t train newbies, I don’t give pointers, I don’t share my tables, and the bar seating is mine. Above all, stay the hell away from my regulars. If you’re looking for a friend, don’t come sniffing in my direction. If you want to keep your job here, just learn to stay out of my way because Andy listens to everything I say. Got it?”
I swallow hard, not missing her blatant disdain, or the fact that she seems to run this place. It doesn’t take a lot to realize that she’s one woman I don’t want to piss off.
“Got it.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Good.”
Just then Quinn approaches the bar and her brown eyes flit from me to the redhead and then back again. Her pretty pink lips twist before her gaze snaps toward the unfriendly bartender. “Alice, don’t be a fucking bitch. Anna’s cool, so lighten up.”
Alice folds her thin arms across her chest. “Don’t expect me to cut her any slack just because she’s related to you, Quinn.”
“I’m not asking for any favors. I just want you to act like a human being instead of a demon bitch from hell. Try and pretend you have a heart for a change, would you? It’s her first day. Soon enough she’ll learn to stay away from your evil ass.”
I’m quietly impressed by the way Quinn goes right back at her, not allowing her to push her around in the slightest.
Alice rolls her eyes and returns to drying the mugs. “Whatever, Quinn. Just makes sure she knows the rules.”
Quinn waves her off dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. You’re the queen bee, and the rest of us are lowly peons. I think she can handle it.” She moves behind the bar and picks up the waiting burgers, placing them on her tray before turning toward me. “Come on, Anna, let’s get you trained up.”
