Whiskey had been looking through the web to find a job. Slow letting piercing blue eyes look over the writting on the screen in front of her. Before her eyes widen as she looked over the add for dancers at the Sickle Salve theatre. Before looking for the number so she could call to set up a interview. Finding the number as she would lean over her couch to pick up her cordless phone as she punched in the number as she place the phone to her ear listening to the phone to ring . Once someone answer she would speak within the phone.
" Hello, I was looking through the job listings and saw your add and was wondering if you are still hiring for dancers ? "
It was his slowest night at the Sickle Salve. The architectural style was in an eighteenth century setting that was more resembling the one he envisioned in Munich. Sitting at the desk awaiting calls from applicants to reservations, complaints was tossed in there as he did not mind any feedback from those who gave them. The best was feedbacks. He left surveys for anyone whose been here. Their opinions mattered. If they feel there was something that needed to be looked at around here he made it his obligation to get right down on it. A real business begins when the business owner looks at every angle including the mishaps he or she may have missed even though they overlooked it. Man can be crooks too. The good and bad, all the same no matter how you see it on the surface.
He was sitting pretty in his big, leather chair that was dark blue, the cushion did very well to recline his back. He rested his interlaced fingers together over his belly, wearing a red vest over a light blue satin shirt underneath it. A brown, fedora hat, sat on the top of his head. The one thing about being a businessman was looking professional before the client or the one you're conducting interviews with. Smile, be thorough, give the right questions. Resumes was a plus side, criminal checks..he needed them too. A phone on his desk rung. He slouched over in his seat, hand grabbed the receiver from the cradle off his large, china oak desk, there were shelves aligned the left and right walls, hanging on the walls were motifs, artifacts from foreign lands he had picked up on his journeys. He kept them as a reminder of where he was coming from.
The Baron held the phone over his right ear, his tone as silk and as smooth. It was strictly business, no pun intended. "Sickle Salve Theatre. This is Joseph Bodine."Keep the line fresh, like practicing in front of a mirror. After the theatre's main introductions he listened to what the lady sought. Dancer? "Dancing positions is opened. I'll need to see a resume. You can come down for an interview on Monday, around eleven or twelve o clock."He wasn't sure what type of dance since he had many kinds of dancers. Dances were usually on the weekends consisting of showgirls, quartets etc.
-- Edited by JOSEPH BODINE on Monday 25th of July 2011 04:01:50 AM
Whiskey would bite her bottom lip listening to the smooth silky voice come through the phone to make her feel like someone was caressing her ear. Before shaking off that feeling. Listening to him tell her what time to come down for the interview and that she needed a resume . " Alright that sounds great...see you Monday at twelve o'clock.." Leaning over to write this information on a pad she had next to her. " Thank you Mr,Bodine I'll see you Monday "
