MOST ASKED QUESTIONS: this fic is all in BPOV. I will be updating on Mondays and Thursdays. There will be some agnst, but not too much and of course lots of drama. No major warnings are needed at all. Chapter wise, I'm not sure yet. I'm thinking around 25.
Thanks to my girls for all they help they have giving me!
I own nothing but the plot proudly!
"You don't look old enough to be in my bar sipping on a beer," a curious voice said from behind me. "I'm going to need to see your ID." I took another sip of my drink before I turned to see the hottest man in the world. He was old…I was sure of it. He had crow's feet by his eyes and laugh lines around his mouth. The wrinkles were what made him look old. He had scruff that made it look like he hadn't shaved in a few days, and his smile could light up a room.
"This is your bar?" I asked, uncrossing and recrossing my legs. I loved the fact that his eyes wandered and I didn't know why.
"It is, but my stupid brother tends to look the other way when a hot little girl wants to drink," he told me as I laughed.
"So I'm a hot little girl?" I asked, biting my lip.
He let out a sweet laugh and asked for my ID again. "You look no older than sixteen."
"Fine," I said in a bored tone. I was used to people thinking I was younger than I was. I gave him my license and he walked around the bar. He scanned it though his machine and handed it back to me.
"Happy birthday," he said, topping off my glass.
"Thanks. Are you hiring at all?"
"We are!" the bartender said, joining our conversation.
"Emmett, we need someone who knows what they are doing," the owner said in a snarky tone which made me scowl.
"You are an asshole. Emmett, what are you looking for?" I asked as he smiled.
"Long legs, long blond hair, and a sassy attitude," Emmett said as I busted up laughing.
"I'll see what I can do. Now, what's the job?"
"We need an office manager—someone to keep our asses organized and who knows how to keep books," Emmett said as I smiled widely.
"You're joking, right?"
"No, why?" the hot guys asked.
"I'm not speaking to you. You're an asshole. I bet you're not married," I said, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Burn!" Emmett said with a loud laugh. "You're hired."
"No way! I don't want some mouthy bitch working with us."
"Edward, I have a good feeling about her."
"Edward…do you want someone that will bow down to you and do as you say?" I asked as he stared at me. "Are you the boss?"
"We co-own the bar," Emmett explained as Edward stared at me with fire in his eyes.
"Okay, I have a degree in business management and accounting. I'm very organized and I know my way around an office," I said proudly.
"Well, the job is yours if you want it," Emmett said.
"Are you okay with the idea of me working here?" I asked Edward.
"Whatever; we can try it," he said as I clapped my hands in excitement. "When can you start?"
"Now! Show me where you want me to start!?"
"Right this way," Emmett said as I followed behind him. When we were out of earshot, he spoke again. "My brother is an asshole and I hope you have thick skin, because he will most likely make you cry."
"I can handle him. I'm sure I've had worse," I said as we walked into an office full of clutter. "Whoa…how much are you paying me?"
"Um…I would have to ask Edward," he said as I set my drink down.
"I really have my work cut out for me. I don't have a life, so I'll probably be here all the time."
"Don't kill yourself," he said, heading for the door.
I looked around the room and saw two big filing cabinets. How could these two men own a business and not know what they were doing? I took a deep breath and started to sort papers that were strewn all over the desk, chair, and floor. The more I looked over papers, I realized that they probably had no clue what they had inventory-wise. They had shipments that they signed for, and then just threw the invoices on the desk. I mean, is it that hard to start a folder?!
"Isabella!" Edward yelled, making me jump out of my skin. "We're swamped, so get off your ass and get out here!"
"You didn't hire me to be a bartender."
"Get out here and help us!" he said as if he was scolding a child that wouldn't do as they were told. I rolled my eyes, and as I walked past him, he grabbed my arm. "I don't need your fucking attitude."
"Yes, Sir. What do you need me to do?" I asked as he thrust a plastic tub into my arms. "We need clean glasses and all the tables are a mess." He quickly walked away from me and I went about my way to clear tables. The place was hopping! I walked around the small floor and gathered empty glasses and bottles. When I had everything, I walked behind the bar to the kitchen and found Edward making a ton of food. It was easy to see that he was swamped. I quickly washed twenty cups and then ran them back out to Emmett. He was cool as a cucumber tending bar, so I figured he didn't need my help.
"What do you need?" I asked as I washed my hands.
"Plate three dozen wings and two tender baskets. While you do that, I will put down some more food," he said as he pushed me toward the window. I clenched my jaw tightly and bit my tongue. He was truly pissing me off.
What felt like an hour of helping the boys turned out to be five. I learned that once Edward and I found our groove, we worked really well together. My clothes reeked of grease, though, and I was going to owe Rose a new outfit. Rose was my bitchy roommate. I really couldn't stand her, but she was really my only friend and she didn't charge me an arm and a leg for a room. My birthday present from her was to let me borrow her clothes, which seemed to be our thing. She had something else to do tonight, so she said she would go out with me another time.
I wasn't worried about her empty promises. I was used to being on my own—I grew up in the system. I knew nothing of my parents and was raised in a few different foster homes. I was lucky enough to stay in one school district, though. Life was horrible for me, but I did get to see what the real world was like. I fought my way through school and I got a full scholarship to college. I made a promise to myself that I would do anything possible to make sure I had a good life. I have never had any true friends, but I was okay with that. I have worked since the day I was old enough, and I knew that if I could deal with Edward, I was really going to like this job.
"Hungry?" Edward asked.
"Yeah," I said as I stretched. The night had kicked my ass.
"Em…" Edward said as Emmett stuck his head through the window. "Hungry?"
"Yeah…loaded burger and fries," he said as he disappeared.
"What do you want?"
"Just some chicken tenders will be fine, thank you."
"You did well tonight. Dress like you are right now every day you're here. You will go where you are needed on Fridays and Saturdays, but during the week you can work in the office. We are closed on Mondays. We can pay you ten an hour," he said as he worked around the kitchen.
"Okay," is all I said in response. I took the dishes that Emmett passed through window and started washing them. As soon as I was finished, Edward threw some more in the sink. I got those done, too, but all of a sudden there are more. It was a good thing that Emmett helped me finish.
"What's left?" I asked as we sat at the bar at three in the morning and ate some really yummy food.
"Just sweeping, mopping, and wiping down the tables," Emmett said.
"The bathrooms, too. Isabella can do the ladies room and I'll do the men's while you finish the cleaning," Edward said as Emmett nodded. I wanted to bitch, but I was too tired. When I was done eating, I quickly washed my dishes and headed for the bathroom. I found gloves and cleaning supplies before I got to work. I've cleaned many bathrooms in my life, so it was a breeze.
"What time do you want me here tomorrow?" I asked as I shut off the bathroom light behind me.
"Six should work. What's your number in case we need you?" Edward asked.
"I don't have a phone, but give me your number and I may be able to use my roommate's cell," I told him as he glared at me.
"Why don't you have a phone?"
"Because I don't," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me!" he snapped. I glared at him before walking away. I really didn't know who he thought he was, but I wasn't going to let him push me around. I grabbed my purse and headed down the block. As soon as I was home, I crashed.
Yeah Edward seems to be a little bit of a dick...
Who's with me? I like to see who is going to hang out with me throughout posting!