Charlie pondered the proposition for a few quiet seconds, fingers itching to tap to the beat given her firm footing on the dusty floor. It was nothing she couldn’t do; as a duty manager she’d been charged with orders, sometimes coming in as early as 8AM after knocking off hours prior. Responsibility was not something she shied away from, nor was it something she inherently sought out. Her fingers curled into her palms, nails digging into the warm skin. There was a fine layer of sweat building up along the creases, prompting her to hook her thumbs over the edges of her pockets.
The change of posture allowed her to reign in her sarcasm, the sharpened edge of her tongue pressing to the back of clenched teeth. It was subtle, momentary, and rewarded by a safe answer once she opened her mouth to speak.
“Aye, twenty-three.
I’ve got references, including from me last job as duty manager.
What about remuneration?”
There had been a time when talk of money would have been a topic she’d avoid, but after so many months of getting quasi-swindled and negotiating fair compensation many times over, it was no longer off limits. Money was, after all, a necessity.
The change of posture allowed her to reign in her sarcasm, the sharpened edge of her tongue pressing to the back of clenched teeth. It was subtle, momentary, and rewarded by a safe answer once she opened her mouth to speak.
“Aye, twenty-three.
I’ve got references, including from me last job as duty manager.
What about remuneration?”
There had been a time when talk of money would have been a topic she’d avoid, but after so many months of getting quasi-swindled and negotiating fair compensation many times over, it was no longer off limits. Money was, after all, a necessity.