Chapter 15: My new job.

Freya’s POV.

I had applied for a job last week, the result came in yesterday–I was hired.

I didn’t like sitting at home and doing nothing, it made me feel bad, I was exploiting Oliver not that he minded though.

Dressed in black jeans, a white tank underneath a hoodie, and my hair in a ponytail. I promenaded to walk.

Oliver went on a business trip, the whole house was mine in respect of it being a tad bit scary, I was happy to have the whole space to myself.

Breakfast was exempted, I needed to make a first good appearance–smoothing out the wrinkles on my hoodie I thought I had, I walked in with my head held high.

“Good day mam, I got a mail saying I was offered a job here,” I said to the lady behind the cash register.

“Sure, head to the back and grab yourself a uniform” She pointed at a small door with a stamp that said employees only.

“Thank you”

The place was a bit cramped up and smelt like a dirty sock, no doubt one of the employees didn’t know what hygiene was and decided to suffer everyone at a near radius.

I picked a t-shirt and a cap discarding my hoodie in a safe spot along with my other things.

I came out the same door “Follow me let me show you these ropes” the lady from earlier said leading the way to the coffee machine.

She explained in detail how to handle the machine, she was a nice middle-aged woman with a bit of grey hair but nonetheless acted young.

“Good luck on your first day” she patted me on my back, going back to the dishes she was watching.

The bell rang signaling the arrival of a new customer, he walked to me, leaning on the counter.

“Good day, what would you like to order?” I had watched countless movies with this kind of scene, this was the first word I uttered. I should know how to welcome a customer in.

I stared at the gazing at the menu written on a board on top of her head.

“You don’t seem to be on the menu?” he smirked, praises going around in his head, his inner voice telling him he came off as cool not dumb.

“Would have rated that bad frizz you pulled out there if it wasn’t so common” I shook my head, watching as his laughter boiled around the half-empty diner. Damn, his laugh was loud and somewhat nice. Was that the right word to describe it?

“I am Lucas, you are?” he looked down to the right of my shirt expecting a name tag.

“Oh I just joined today, I am Freya though” I smiled at him.

“Well nice to meet you Freya” he returned a smile of his own “I would like a burger, an avocado smoothie, and your number to go right well with it”

“Unfortunately, I was taught not to give strangers my number, but to become a regular customer and you might just earn it”

His bright smile followed him along as he went around looking for a suitable table to sit at.

I watch a girl I have no idea what her name is serve him his order and then walked back into the kitchen situated at the back.

Lucas being the last customer had left leaving the diner empty and silent, it was too unusual for me. I only loved the perks that came with the job–free food and a smoothie of my choice.

I perked up at the sound of the bell as someone walked it, I looked up, and to my surprise, it was two well-dressed men in a nicely tailored suit, one had a huge build the other less built a bit lanky.–the diner was old and shabby. No offense. It didn’t look like somewhere I would peg them to have lunch, they looked too above this.

I walked over to them” What would you like to have gentlemen?”I asked faking my smile like I was instructed to, not that the lady had told me to fake it, but real smiles didn’t just come easily and I felt wary about them.

“Just black coffee” one of them answered gruffly, going back to the discussion they were having before I had interrupted them.

I quickly made their coffee, I had become a pro working with the coffee machine after two use of it, they must be a bad person, who drinks their coffee bland?–I grimaced at the memory of the taste when I had once tasted it, it left my mouth bitter for days–okay, that was just an exaggeration, but it did leave it to stamp behind.

I placed their coffee gently on the table, they stopped whatever conversation was in my presence.

I began walking back but the mention of Oliver’s company has me stopping in my tracks.

“It would be a huge deal for us if we could cash out through him” the man that has been quiet since they had stepped foot into the diner.

“Yeah, we just have to make him buy our story” he laughed at a joke that didn’t seem even a bit funny to me.

I wanted to stomp over there and call them out on their bullshit but it wasn’t a great idea, they were the kind of people that had goons looming around here, I couldn’t afford to anger them–I would tell Oliver all about this, hoping he would believe me or at least consider it.

“What are you staring at?” one of them yelled, I had no idea who it was since I had my back facing them, they must have noticed my not-so-subtle stop.

“Nothing” I quickly returned to the counter watching them from over there.

They took just a little sip and left money to cover for both cups, along with their almost full cup of coffee.

I cleaned up after them and signed out, putting my hoodie on, and discarding the clothing I had on.

“ oh, you headed out?” The woman I have come to know was the manager, Mrs Hannah asked.

“Oh yeah, my shift just ended”

“Okay dear, you did a great job today” She smiled and continued her journey to wherever she was headed to.