Chapter 2: Assistant
I decided to quit my job at Teastyle Bar and Grille and called Ty Devon’s cell phone number. He answered on the first ring and said, “Hello.”
“Mr. Devon, It’s Shane Allister. Do you remember me?”
He thought about the question for a few seconds and finally responded, “I do remember you. You’re the blow-job boy in the back of my Mercedes.”
“I wonder if a position is still available for me.”
He laughed: heartily, without kindness, rather disturbingly. “I think something is available.”
“How soon can I start? What will I be doing? How much money will I be making?”
Again, he laughed, and calmed me down. “Hush now, little boy. Take a breath. We’ll work the details out tomorrow.” He told me where to meet him and when.
I agreed. What did I have to lose?
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