Well, quite tempting in Gizelle's eyes. Paying that much by working as a bartender for one day certainly looks easy. It would be a shame if he didn't take this opportunity.
"Deal. I'll take it. You just send me the location of the company."
Jerold's eyebrow rose. "Are you sure you'll get Kenric's permission? I heard that a few days ago Kenric picked you up on the second floor of the Lieblings Bar because you didn't have his permission to leave. Really?"
Shit! Why did such news spread so quickly? Did the old fart boss tell all the employees? Oh, holy shit!
Gizelle chuckled. "There's no need to discuss that, Jerold. You just tell the company that the bartender's position has been fulfilled according to the requested quota. I'll come next week," Gizelle immediately got up from his chair.
"Where are you going?"
"Of course home. Where else?"
"Have you missed your husband, hm?"
