Chapter 1: The Poster Boy

In terms of Saturdays I think mine are a hell of a lot more interesting than most, rather than hitting the town and all the clubs and bars attached to them I work, hard. But what I had wasn’t just any other job, I worked for a nightclub as a poster boy… well it started as that, now I’m just the boss’s assistant doing absolutely every single job there is to do in a nightclub, along with helping him to market and overall management, all by the young age of 17. As it was early in the day I was doing promoting, putting up posters anywhere and everywhere, blasting the club’s music and putting in flyers to local businesses. But all of these things took almost a whole day to do under normal circumstances, but for me it only took about an hour and a half, mainly due to the fact that my boss gave me an untraceable sports car, meaning that I didn’t have to risk and fines or my licence in order to do my job efficiently. This made the job infinitely more fun than any other job available, being able to hit the streets at 130+ km/h zipping through traffic and just having an all-out good time.

I made it back to the nightclub after all my days’ work just in time for the club to be heating up, with the lines being full bouncers on full alert, bartenders being slammed by the early wave of weekend partiers. It was a stressful time for everyone involved but it always ended up being an efficient drug fuelled machine that also happened to pull in unfathomable amounts of money. I made my way to the door, the bouncer promptly let me in, making my way through the corridor and out into the main floor where all of the most motivated partiers hit the dance floor or sat by the tables around the edge, I wanted to be upstairs however, where all of the bars were and most importantly the staff and boss’s office. I had an array of packages and envelopes to deliver to him, almost all of the things in the bag I was carrying was definitely illegal, but at this point that didn’t matter, I was so adjusted to this kind of environment it almost felt natural. I knocked on the boss’s door taking extra care to make sure he could hear me, as with all the music and yelling not much In the way of sound got anywhere. The door promptly unlocked, and I was in, I handed the duffel bag off to the man himself, he always had a lot to say to me but this time he was awfully quiet. “Hey boss, you okay man?” as he put the bag down in its rightful spot, he turned to me “yeah I’m fine my boy, everyone has been asking that all day.” There was something clear bothering him, “Well that means there clearly something wrong then.” Even in conversation he was still distracted, darting back to his desk, grabbing paperwork then darting back to a cabinet to file it. All while trying to keep his conversation with me going, “It’s the whole expansion thing, building another club, its all too much for just me to handle even with everyone’s help and I have poured way too much money into it in order to back out. I can’t run two clubs my boy, it’s impossible!” looking at him now, it all made sense, even though he had managers and assistants he was still having to deal with 60-80 people per day including suppliers, employees, builders, interior designers, DJ’s, business owners, investors. He just had too much going on, and I was going to help him “Look boss this may sound insane, but you trust me more than anyone else in this place, right? You send me everywhere and my job is to literally take a lot of your workload off, so why not assign me to oversee the all the stuff with the new club, within reason of course, spend the opening few weeks more even month, making sure I do things right then ill handle that.” He looked at me with a confused face “you want to run a whole nightclub, not only that, but oversee the construction of it? There are so many issues with this my boy, for one your 17, and for another how am I going to keep my current thing going without you?” he was tense, not angry just tense “I have a friend, a very good one, he will do everything you need to do as good as I can. You just have to train him, besides, I know how this business runs, I’ve seen you and done a lot of the running it with you. I can handle it with someone like myself by my side.” He sighed deeply “You are right, you can run it, send me your friends’ number and I’ll give him a call, also if there are any reliable staff that you want to carry over you to the new place you are welcome too. Ill get you to start when your new guy is ready, until then your teaching him most of everything.”

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I left his office satisfied, I was able to help out the boss and will now be moving forward in my career, I walked in behind the bar and decided to spend the rest of my shift doing bartending, as the bar area was under quite a large amount of pressure. As I walked, I was greeted by one of the regular bartenders “Thank god you’re here, were kind of in some trouble here.” I set up station making sure everything was how I wanted it in order to maximise efficiency, if things were not exactly as I wanted them, things went slow. “well that is why I jumped in my dear, it’s what I’m paid for.” She chuckled “No your paid to be the boss’s shit kicker.” I laughed along with her “Your lucky your good at your job aye.” We both went back to serving people, and when I mean people, I mean a whole full bar and then some, the scary thing was there are 2 bars in this place, and an alcoholic vending machine. All in this one massive room, and everyone of those areas had dozens of people at each trying to buy drinks. After about 4 hours of straight drink serving my shift was up, I normally stayed until close due to my care for the place, but tonight I had other interests too attend to. The other bartender that I was next too was clocked off at the same time I did. I called her over “Hey, you doing anything now?” she was gathering her things as she responded, “Yeah, I am going the fuck home.” She chuckled at her remark “That’s a shame, was going to take you out.” She looked away with embarrassment before I realised “oh wait, not on a date or anything,” I laughed at my own stupidity “I was going to take a quick detour and show you something.” She chuckled “You have my interest, how long will this all take?” I slipped my keys into my pocket and began to walk to the door, “About 20 minutes.”

We made it back to my apartment and at this point she was becoming more antsy and suspicious, “why are we here?” she said eagerly, I grabbed a piece of paper from a draw in my kitchen, “I am offering you this.” It was an application letter for the new club, she looked at it in awe. “Why are you handling this, and why did we have to do this at your place?” I laughed “well the club doesn’t have a printer that can connect with my phone and I wanted to give this too you now, so you have to stew in it. And because I’m running the new club” She freaked out, “wait, wait, wait. Your like 5 years younger than me, why are you running it?” she was obviously not aware of how much steak I had in the business “it’s four years, and Because the boss kind of loves me as a son, and I help him with literally everything anyway, so I seem to him like a good as a candidate as any.” She continued to look at the form, “Okay but why me?” I chuckled “Fuck do you want the job or not, you’re the best worker of the bartenders from what I’ve seen and I think you can run the bar on your own merit, plus you get a big pay boost, and you don’t have to be at the actual bar all of the time, if that tickles your fancy.” She was still shocked by the whole thing “I don’t know if I am ready to make that jump yet.” I looked at her dumbly “That’s why I’m giving it to you now, so you have the night to sleep on it.” She grinned “Okay, I will think about it.” She then walked out without another peep, tomorrow was going to be a big day.