The Deal...

The Deal...Her

Cole

"Hi, I'm Cole Andrews. I am the leader of the Phantom Devils and I'm the one who your mom cheated with on your father," I greeted with a smirk and stretched my hand across the desk. Izabella's jaw dropped and I couldn’t help but let out a quick chuckle. She just glared back, unaffected. It was just as scary as Ben's glare.

"That's why you look familiar. You're the bastard that ruined my life!" she accused.

"Settle down Ms. Sanchez," I warned her. I took out a notepad and a pen. "Now on with the interview. Why do you think you deserve this job?"

"Um."

"Ok let me rephrase then. Why do you want this job?"

"You must be kidding me! My soon-to-boss is the one who ruined my life?! Can my life be any more complicated?" she rhetorically asked, ignoring the interview altogether.

"Yes. Now, I understand that you're applying for a barista. What makes you suitable for the job?" I asked sitting down in my chair and begin taking notes.

"Well, I need the money," she answered honestly with a shrug.

"Do you have any experience being a barista?"

"I worked at a diner and was a waitress for four years," she nodded but then sighed as if she didn't want to remember. Well, it sucked to be her then. As her boss, I should know everything.

"So, why are you unemployed now?"

"I quitted." This sparked interest.

"Why?"

"My previous boss was an issue," she answered with a grin.

"So, automatically, I'm on your bad side, huh?"

"No offense Mr. Andrew, but you've been on my bad side since I walked in here," she said. I liked her bluntness if that even was a word.

"Interesting to hear that Ms. Sanchez. I'll be sure to be a good boy from now on," I winked and she first flushed but she soon rolled her eyes after.

We continued with the interview and within a few minutes, the interview was completed.

"What's your phone number, Ms. Sanchez?"

"My p-phone number?" she stuttered.

"Yes, Ms. Sanchez. So, I can inform you whether you got the job or not," I smirked.

"I don't doubt that I didn't, not to be cocky or anything. But it seems to me that you have no choice but to hire me."

"What makes you think that Ms. Sanchez?"

"First, it's just Izabella. Second, Benji said it himself; you need more people on the floor. One or two people isn't enough. You know how many want Starbucks? Especially college students?" I knew it was a rhetorical question, and I also knew she was right about how many people wanted Starbucks. We needed her, and she had four years' worth of experience.

"You want the job? You got it. You can start tomorrow."

"Why not now?"

"Have you seen what you're wearing?" Izabella flushed at my question.

"It's hot," she murmured.

"We have a little dress code around here. No flip flops, I'm sure you can understand that."

"In case something falls I know," Izabella rolled her eyes at the obvious.

"Right. If you are going to wear shorts, wear a white apron or a skirt at least. People don't come to see your leg hair." She opened her mouth to argue no doubt, but I held up a finger so she wouldn’t interrupt. "And finally, I don't care what top you wear, but it has to be appropriate. And keep your hair up, we don't need people complaining about having hair in their food."

"What time shall I come in?"

"Well, we open at six, and I doubt someone like you would like coming into work that early so around eight is fine. We close at nine so you may an hour or so early. You may get a lunch break for an hour and no using phones unless it's 100% an emergency."

"Of course," she said quickly.

"Good. I'll see you Friday, Ms. Sanchez," I said and standing up.

"Friday? Sir, it's Tuesday."

"I like how you know what day it is. I usually don't come in unless Ben says it's important. And Friday is when I gave out paychecks," I informed her.

"So, I won't see you for the rest of the day? Or week for that matter?"

"Correct Ms. Sanchez."

"It's Izabella," she frowned. "Where are you going after this?" I also frowned. I didn’t like her curiosity. It was going to get her hurt one of these days.

"I have a meeting to attend."

"Oh. What's it about? If you don't mind me asking." I did. But for some reason, I didn’t admit to that.

"Just between us, it's about our robbery."

"Oh yes, I remember watching the news this morning. Someone tripped a wire, causing the alarm going off."

"Wow, I didn't expect you to know so much so fast."

"I'm attending law school within the next two months. Speaking of, I'll have to change my hours early September," she told me.

"Ok. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," I said and opened the door. "See you Friday, Ms. Sanchez." I held the door for her and she got up and walks out. "Ben, I'm going out, you know what to do."

"Right, of course. And boss? I'm sorry about not closing properly last night. I won't make the mistake ever again," he promised me with a wink and I knew he was talking about the robbery that he screwed up that I was going to have to fix during this meeting.

"Ok. See you in a few hours. Bye Ms. Sanchez," I winked, making sure the customers didn’t see and she blushed before waving me off.

Today was going to be an intriguing day.