| Chapter 3: You�re Hired One week later Laura and Lauralee looked through a ton of resumes sitting on a folding table they had out in the middle of the dance floor. The search was on, much thanks to Howie�s club contacts, and an ad in the newspapers. They had to have someone with experience managing a club, plus someone who just didn�t want to be part of the �Elegance Empire.� They had about 10 interviews that morning alone, none of them went well, just people staring wide-eyed at them as if they were goddesses. �What about this one?� Laura picked one out of the pile of interviewed people. �He seems good.� �But look at his experience,� Lauralee grabbed the resume from her hand. She had been extremely cross since her phone call with her mother, and this was no exception. �He was a bartender for Christ sakes. He probably just wants some tail, like all men do.� �Whoa Lau, is there something wrong?� Laura patted Lauralee�s hand. �Did you have a fight with Alex?� �No,� Lauralee closed her eyes real tight. �Just a bad week.� �Come on, there�s got to be someone good out of this pile,� Laura sifted through the papers. �Excuse me, am I late?� Laura and Lauralee looked up and saw a woman standing there. She was about 5�4�, in her mid-twenties, long auburn hair, and hazel eyes, wearing a white short sleeved dress shirt, and black pants. �No, not at all,� Lauralee stood up and shook her hand. �I�m Lauralee, and this is Laura.� Laura stood up and shook the woman�s hand. �I�m Celia, Celia Graveri. It�s nice to meet you.� Celia had a strong handshake as Laura offered her a seat and got her resume out of the pile. �So, Celia, why don�t you tell us a little about yourself?� Lauralee started as she looked over her resume. �Well,� Celia cleared her throat. �I�m originally from Miami, where my father runs a bar on South Beach. It was a family business, and we all took a part in it. I was responsible for all of the back stuff: inventory, spreadsheets, and payroll, that sort of thing. I went to Miami State on a scholarship, and worked nights at my father�s business. I graduated and worked full-time when my father retired, then I decided to move to Orlando while my brother took over the business.� Lauralee looked over her resume again. �Majored in business and finance,� Lauralee nodded. �Quite a haul, and a 4.0 GPA.� Celia smiled. �I handled it as best as I could.� �OK, it looks like you have experience managing a bar,� Laura folded her hands together. �But you have to understand that this isn�t a bar. Not only is this a nightclub, but since, well, of who we are, you have to handle more than just the business end.� �I know what you mean by that,� Celia smiled again. �Look, I know that this will be a lot different than managing a bar in Miami. But I�m always up for a challenge, and I know that this club will get a lot more press than others will, because of your status. I�m honest, hardworking, and I�m not the type of person who screws people around. I�m very forthright about how I handle things, and if people don�t like it, they can kiss my behind. But I also know how things are ranked, and I will do whatever is necessary to keep Club Passaro to the standard you want it to be.� Lauralee leaned back. She automatically liked this woman. Just the type of person who would be able to handle things, and was not starstruck or afraid of who they were. �OK, Celia. We�ll call you within the next few days with our decision.� �Great,� Celia stood up and shook their hands as she left the club. �Well? What do you think of her?� Lauralee asked. �I like her. Just the type of person to get this club off the ground.� Laura smiled. �That girl�s got balls.� �We�ll have to do a background check, but it looks like she�s our woman,� Lauralee took the pile of already interviewed resumes and threw them in the trash. Chapter 4 Contents Chapter 2 |