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I nod, impressed despite myself. “Good.”
He must read my face, because he throws an arm around my shoulders and steers me into a smallish, black paneled office. There’s no sign, just a frosted window and a heavy door.
“This is your office,” he says. “Settle in and let me know if you have any questions.”
I lean against the desk. “I just have one question for you.” He stares at me with a raised eyebrow as I ask. “How do you keep all this under control?”
Roman sits on the edge of my desk. “Same way you did it with the rock band. Set the rules. Enforce the rules. Don’t play favorites.”
He leans forward, suddenly intense. “We don’t tolerate assholes or the kind of people who think they can buy their way out of consequences. Every staff member, every club member and every goddamn guest knows the rules and agrees to follow them. No second chances.”
He stands and moves to the file cabinet, withdrawing a slim folder. He tosses it on the desk.
“Everything you need to know is in here. Read it, memorize it. We don’t advertise for this position, Wyatt because I have to trust my Head of Security above all else.”
He watches me, waiting.
I sit behind the desk and pick up the folder. I thumb through a few pages seeing there’s an employment contract for me to sign, a list of emergency procedures and a sample member contract.
The usual. I flip it shut and stare back at him. “Seems pretty cut and dry.” And a whole lot better than dragging Nels Riche, the Steel Pulse lead singer, out of a club with vomit staining his torn shirt.
Roman strides over to the door with a deliberate pace, his commanding presence filling the small office. “There’s one more thing,” he pauses, turning to fix me with a cutting smirk. “Your welcome gift is a free membership to the club.”
The idea of joining the club hadn’t even crossed my mind, but now it hangs heavy in the air. I lean back, rubbing my bottom lip, weighing my options carefully. “I appreciate it, but I’m not interested right now.” I need to find my footing before I consider anything else.
His grin widens. “You say that now, but just wait until you’ve had a chance to dive into the scene. Then we’ll talk.”
As he exits, the door closes with a definitive click. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize this is going to be one hell of a gig.
