Page 6 of Drakhana's Treasure
I’ve been in my downstairs office for five minutes when the cook calls me. In the background I can hear clanging and popping, overlaid with hissing.
“What the shit Henry?” I yell through the phone.
“Get in here and get rid of this new kid!” he screams.
“What’s going on?”
“I’ll explain once I put out the fucking fire.”
He slams the phone down and I run to the kitchens. There is a woman wearing a thick coat of eggs on her expensive jacket and there is smoke hanging over the kitchen. I enter to find Henry running around putting out fires, other staff running back and forth while Kirralee huddles in a corner.
“What the fuck….” I can’t seem to find any other words.
“Get her out of here!” Henry roars. “First she drops the breakfast tray, so I bring her in here to stir the soup and she sets it on fucking fire.”
“I’m so sorry.” She cries. “The heat travelled up my arm into the spoon. I didn’t know it would explode.”
Henry gives me a pained look and I take Kirralee’s hand and haul her from the kitchen. Breathing hard, I look around and find an empty card table.
“Here. Just stand here and shuffle. I’ll have a new assignment for you soon.”
She looks at the table miserably and I hurry off, wondering what I’m going to do with her. I get called away to check on an important delivery out the back and when I return to the main floor, I can hear women yelling.
What’s the bet that’s something to do with Kirralee.
I rush towards the sound and yep, it’s Kirralee’s card table. It looks like she started dealing for two ladies and screwed up. The ladies are not happy and Kirralee looks about to cry.
“Everything okay here?” I ask politely.
“No!” one of the ladies screams. “She kept hitting! I would have won! What the heck is wrong with you?”
“She’s new.” I say smoothly. “Head to the cash counter and I’ll have them reimburse you for the amount you should have won.”
“Okay.” She scowls at me, huffing. “But I’m not leaving you a good review online!”
I nod politely and meet Kirralee’s terrified eyes.
“Well, we can’t put you anywhere near the money or the food. I’m going to try you as a greeter.”
“What’s that?”
“Just stand at the doors, look pretty, smile and welcome everyone to the casino.”
“Okay. That sounds easy.”
“It should be.” I mutter to myself as I lead her out the front. I have my doubts.
I position her next to the big sign announcing tonight's events. As well as greeting everyone and wishing them a great—and very lucky—day, she needs to sell the shows and specials. It shouldn’t be too hard for her.
I watch for a few minutes before heading off again. My phone is buzzing nonstop and I can’t keep any of them waiting. High profile clients get the VIP treatment and they expect prompt service. They fund our improvements and donate to our causes. They also expect the casino to run smoothly.
After about half an hour, my phone rings. I see that it’s an internal call and my heart sinks.
“Frank?” I answer on the first ring. He’s a doorman. I know where this is going already.
“Get down here and rescue me from this redhead. She’s clearly and calmly telling everyone to have a good fuck at the casino.”
“What?”
