Chapter 142
Marguerite was instantly hooked.
Working only four hours a day for a base pay of three grand?
In places like this, booze usually cost more than five times the market price.
And a 20% commission? That’s a killer paycheck!
Marguerite had never been in a place like this and naturally, she was a bit put off.
But to make a living, she had to suck it up and do it, even though she was reluctant.
With that thought, she dialed the number on the job ad.
A woman answered, and Marguerite got straight to the point. The woman directed her to the office on the second floor of the bar.
The office door was open, and the woman was puffing away on a cigarette in her chair.
As Marguerite walked in, the woman took a drag and started coughing, “You’re Marguerite?”
“Hi Lily, I’m the Marguerite from the phone call. I’m here for the sales job.”
Seeing Marguerite’s look, Lily was taken aback.
“Listen, lady, I’m running a business here. Why do you think I need female sales? Men are visual creatures. If they see a pretty face, they’ll buy more booze. But with your look, who would want to buy booze from you? Just get out of here!”
Marguerite couldn’t argue with Lily’s words and simply left, deflated
She walked out of the bar in a daze, passing by the ad in the window again.
The lights inside the bar were so bright that the glass was practically reflective.
Marguerite turned back to see her ugly reflection in the window and made a risky decision.
Her grandmother was now safe in Sapphire Valley Estates, under Frederick’s protection, and the Lockwood family wouldn’t use her grandmother to threaten her, at least not for a while.
So, since she needed a job, why not take a risk?
Marguerite thought it over, decisively took off the hideous mask she was wearing, and stuffed it into her pocket.
Looking back at the window, she now saw a stunningly beautiful face, which made passersby stop to look.
Marguerite turned around and walked back into Lily’s office.
Men are visual creatures, and so are women.
Lily’s attitude took a 180 when she saw Marguerite’s real face. She couldn’t wait to get Marguerite to start working. Marguerite stood there awkwardly. “Lily, it’s my first time doing sales job. Don’t I need some training before I start?”
Lily waved it off, happily puffing on her cigarette, exhaling a relaxing smoke ring.
“With a face like yours, what training do you need? Just stand there and men will line up to buy your booze. Got it?”
Marguerite felt a bit uncomfortable, and Lily asked, “By the way, what’s your name? You don’t need to tell me your real name. Working here, you need a nickname, something that customers can remember.”
Marguerite twirled her finger, “Call me Margery”
The name was close to her real name, Marguerite.
Lily was thrilled, “Perfect! Our customers will love you!”
Marguerite said nothing.
Wasn’t she here to sell booze? Why did Lily’s words make it sound like she was selling herself?
‘Lily, let’s make one thing clear. I’m here to sell booze, nothing
