“I believe I should be free,” I say as I set down the invitation.
“Great. Now for the second reason I’m here.”
“I was wondering why you would hand deliver a grand opening invite…”
“You caught me. See, I’ve heard great things about your company. I was wondering if you would have an interest in being the club’s private security team.”
“It’s definitely something I would consider. How many men are you looking for?”
“Well, the club is about eight thousand square feet. There’s also the second level, which is the strip club.”
“How many exit points?” I ask, and his smile widens.
“Including the two fire escapes, eight. Two upper-level fire escapes, six exits on the main floor.”
“Perfect. You would need a crew of at minimum fifteen men.”
“How about twenty? I want to make sure my women are taken care of and safe. Declan did a shit job with that, and I want them to know they’re always safe.”
“I can get a crew of twenty or so, so they can rotate shifts. What hours are you needing?”
“The club will be open Thursday through Sunday, 6 p.m. to 4 a.m., so I would want a small team there just to watch the building when we are closed. Some of the women are going to live on the top floor in the apartments.”
“So first shift would start Thursday night at let's say 5 p.m., and the final main shift would end technically Monday at 4 or 5 a.m.?”
“Yep,” he says, nodding. He sits back in the chair and crosses his ankle over his knee, getting comfortable.
“I can have another crew of three men that would run in twelve-hour shifts from like 5 a.m. Monday till 5 p.m. Thursday.”
“That would be amazing. Thank you, Mr. Langston.”
“Call me Myles.” I stretch my hand out to seal the deal.
“Call me Cash. That’s what my friends call me.” He grins. He seems like a decent guy. He’s nothing like Declan, and for that I’m thankful.
“I’ll see you next Friday at the opening, but if you leave your info with my secretary, I’ll have you in by Monday to look over your new crew.”
“I look forward to it.”
He shakes my hand once more. I can hear him giving his contact info to Sabrina before leaving. I walk to the wall of windows and look out over the city before turning back to my desk. I look at the invitation. It’s black with red accents. I like the idea of it being more like a nightclub now.
I loosen my tie and sit back down at my desk. I pull up Mina’s social media, and still, there’s nothing. She hasn’t posted in months. I wonder if she is going to be at thegrand opening. I know Jasmine moved in with her earlier this week, and Jasmine will be working at the new club, so I’m assuming Mina will be there.
I flick my laptop closed and walk over to my mini bar. I pour a glass of vodka over ice. The simultaneous chill and burn combo is making my head spin. I swirl the ice sphere and close my eyes to listen to the clinking of ice and glass.
*Knock* *Knock*
“Come in.”
Fabian slowly opens the door and walks in. He’s carrying a stack of folders in his arms and sets them down on my desk before flopping down in a leather chair.
He’s three years younger than I am, but you wouldn’t know it. The guy looks like he is in his mid to late twenties. Dark brown hair without a hint of gray anywhere. Not even in his beard. I tease him all the time, accusing him of dying it. And if he isn’t at work, he’s at the gym. Always running, too.
“Everything all right?” I ask as I down the last of the vodka.
“Sabrina called to let me know you were going to need a new crew put together for a permanent team.”
Jesus. How much does that woman listen in on?
