Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Laughter rippled through the room.
“We need five girls willing to rotate shifts,” I explained. “Front desk, cleaning, whatever Faye needs. Guests act weird, you take note. Report to Faye. Anything out of place, tell Tiny immediately.”
Tamra flung her hair over her shoulder, “security? We know we’re safe here, but out there, how will we be okay?”
“Handled,” Tiny said. “You won’t be alone. No one touches you. No one remotely gets the wrong idea about this place or your job here. You ever feel unsafe, you let Faye or the brother present know. Because the brothers will be rotatin’ regularly. Never not havin’ one of us on sight. Period.”
Faye locked her eyes to mine, serious. “This gonna be long term? Or just until it turns a profit?”
I shrugged. “Hopefully long term. Depends. We can carry it a couple of months, maybe a little longer. It takes off to support itself then it stays long term and everyone will be compensated accordingly. We want it to be a solid business.”
Faye looked to Sweeper, her man, then back to me. “I’m in.”
Maria piped up, “I’m in but I want the night shift. I don’t do mornings without a full pot of coffee in me.”
Tiny grunted, “noted.”
Lexi raised her hand like a damn school girl. “Can I do laundry, cleaning or something. I prefer to stay in the back. Not really big on people.”
I nodded knowing her history. Lexi was sweet and soft spoken, but also strong in the quiet way.
By the time we wrapped we had Faye on the books, long-term, Lexi heading up the laundry department with Maria working nights catching up anything she didn’t finish during the day. According to Tiny his two current housekeepers, front desk people, well whatever he needed. They were doing fine and traded out their stay so we weren’t drowning in payroll for them. He was good with the exchange therefore, I was down with it too. Jonesy was hospitality working the desk along with Tamra and Trinity. With the two he had on hand, our bunnies, Faye, and Nancy we could make this work for now.
Tiny gave them each phones as he had already given the current two ladies burners from our stack. Tiny already paid for his mom’s phone so no need to get one to Nancy. But if we needed staff and needed to reach them for coverage, we were down with providing a phone.
Faye got her plan approved by us to set up under some corporation shit she filed with the state. She swore this would save us on taxes at the end of the year. I didn’t give a fuck about taxes other than to keep the IRS and any other government agency the fuck out of my business.
“You call for anything,” Tiny commanded, “doesn’t matter how small. You feel weird about a guest, plumbing don’t sound right, someone looks out of place, you call. Got it?”
Each woman nodded knowing how we ran things.
“No friends,” I added. “This shit ain’t a fuckin’ hangout. You’re on shift, you’re ours. You don’t cross that line. No tagalongs. No favors. Nothing but business.”
There were a few eyes rolled, but no one dared speak out of turn. In the end they all knew they needed to nod, shut up, and do the work, period. Faye issued a basic schedule before the girls filed out of the room. I lingered by the bar, pouring myself a bourbon.
Tiny came up beside me so I poured him one too. “You think they’ll stick with it?”
I shrugged, “some will, some won’t. We’ll need to be actively recruiting. Trust is gonna be the challenge here, brother. But everyone is replaceable. Always.”
The clubhouse was emptied out by midnight. This was unusual but I wasn’t about to complain. The fatigue had caught up to me. Engines long since rumbled and rolled off into the night, leaving behind a low hum of silence as the others stumbled their way to their rooms off the main clubhouse. I stood in the doorway of the common area watching the shadows crawl across the floor.
I was headed to bed myself.
Alone for a change.
The quiet had lured me in, but I hadn’t yet found the desire to head to my room just yet.
Tiny stepped in behind me, a bottle in his hand. “You ever sleep, Prez?”
“Only when I need to,” I told him honestly.
He twisted the gold bottle cap off and handed the glass container to me. “You look like an old fucker standin’ here like that. Just starin’ off.”
I gave him a look before I yanked the bottle from his hands taking a long pull. “Don’t say shit like that,” I muttered as the alcohol burned all the way down to my belly.
“Relax, word is you got stamina like a young buck. That’s what matters.”
I shook my head. “Crazy fuck, your dick’s gonna fall off as karma because you run your mouth too much to the bunnies about everyone’s cock.”