The CEO'S Favorite
Maybe, if my parents had let me get a job when I was younger, things won't be so awkward now.
"What's your name?"
"Aria Jennings."
"Aria," he practices and it rolls off his tongue sweetly. "I'm Gerald LeVert. I'm the manager of Ecstasy." So, my guess is correct. "What are you applying for?"
I sigh subtly. Why are they making me repeat it? Is this a joke? Is that karma for going against my parents all those years ago? Is that what this is? I'm tempted to just say fuck it and leave, but I don't. I remember how I've started touching what I stored away for the future. I guess this is the future, but I still don't want to use the money so soon. "A position as a waitress."