Vivian, who was the lady that entered the club with Ken, stood beside the muscler man, looking a bit embarrassed at that moment.
The muscular man was not just any regular person. He was the manager of the club, and was always the first to enter it everyday.
"N-New employee…?" Ken asked the manager in shock. "Ah! Yes, she will be joining us." The manager spoke with a cheerful voice, but his voice was still too deep.
"Starting today she would also work at the bar area with you. I know you have worked hard alone in that spot for the past few months. But I think it is time you have some assistance, isn't that right?"
Ken stood up right and bent his face a little bit. True he had walked in the bar area by himself for so long, but it wasn't like he was having a tough time.
Moreover, he was okay with his line of work, and if another were to join him, it might just slow him down.
It was not as if he was the only staff member in the club. No, there were others besides him, even those that joined before him.
But the bar area was a place just for him and no one else, or so he thought. He was able to get this job, because of how his friend put in words for him.
"Don't look so down now… Ken" The manager said as he stretched out one of his hands. "If you look at the bright side, you are going to be higher in rank, and the pay will also increase. So make sure to teach Vivian here all that she knows."
Ken's face lit up as he heard his pay was going to increase.
The only reason why he was feeling down after hearing that another person was going to be joining him, was because he thought his pay was going to be reduced.
However, that didn't seem to be the case after all. Knowing this, he was sure that he had proven himself in the past few months and had gained recognition.
At this time, his face had already brightened up easily. 'Well… It doesn't really matter.' He thought. 'At least I get to work and train a sexy lady' He has already imagined how his working days were going to be like in the coming future with Vivian.
From the start, he had only just worked, and rarely had any full conversation with the ladies.
The only people who talked to him, were the men who tried to get him to join their own business or whatever they do for work.
All he could hear mostly was how he was limiting his potential to work at a club, when he could do some other jobs.
However, Ken didn't really listen to them. It was not as if he was going to do this professionally. To him it was just a little side hustle to sustain himself.
"I will be sure to take good care of her Sir." Ken reassured his manger with affirmative.
The manager then smiled and then walked up to Ken and placed his mouth beside Ken's hear. With a low tone that could only be heard by Ken, he said "By the way don't even think of laying a finger on her, she is mine."
His voice was terrifying. The once cheerful voice he had before, had now turned into a blood sucker tone.
Ken felt intimidated by this. Well no one could blame him. He knew that the man standing before him was the manger, and he was also part of a Mafia group.
Gulp'
As soon as the manager finished talking, he placed his hands on Ken's shoulder and proudly said "I know you wouldn't disappoint me." and after that he went back into his office.
Ken was trapped in his thoughts, his mind had gone far. What he had just experienced now was a treat, but it wouldn't affect him if he just obeys, right?
However, he had other thoughts. There was no way he was just going to take his eyes off such a beauty.
And again there was his mission from the system. He had to find a woman to complete the missions, as the time was not just going to wait for him.
"U-Um… So what can I start with?" Vivian spoke softly, which brought Ken back from his clouded thoughts.
"Huh?"
"I am asking where I could start from." She spoke softly. Her voice was still able to melt the average man's heart.
Ken looked at her and thought 'Why did the manager say I shouldn't lay a hand on her? Is she is wife? No, no, no… she is way too young to be. Or maybe his girlfriend?'
He had his theories, but none of them could be proven with just mere ideas and thoughts. 'By the way, earlier when she was coming out of the manager's office, she was adjusting her gown—down. Does that mean-'
"Hellooooo…! Anyone home?" Vivian exclaimed, bringing Ken back to reality once again.
"O-Oh I am sorry. Yes, there is something you can start with." Ken proclaimed has he pointed at the drawer where he took out the apron which he was wearing.
"First all, take out an apron from that drawer and put it on. You won't want the drinks to spill on your clothes when you are working."
"After that, you can start by cleaning the glasses of cups there. We have to make sure that the dust from overnight ain't on them, when we are about to serve our customers."
Immediately, Vivian rushed to the bar area and tried looking for the drawer. "Um… I can't see any drawer here" She exclaimed after she rose from her search behind the desk.
By this time, Ken was now seriously cleaning the tables and chairs. "Just check behind the you will see it" He responded. But that was not much of a description, was it?.
"Sorry… but I can't see it." Vivian responded, looking confused. 'What does she mean she can't see it. It is very obvious, or is she just trying to get me to go over to her?" Ken shook his head as he went to the bar area.
He then placed his hand behind the desk and drew out the drawer. "Here!" He said softly as he handed her an apron which he had taken.
She then wore the apron easily without any stress. Ken couldn't take his eye off here as she wore it.
By the way, the gown she was wearing, had spaghetti like form at the top, so her whole shoulder area was so visible.
After she had worn the apron, she then took a glass cup and a small cloth from the drawer and began cleaning it. But it was not really accurate. 'From the looks of it, you can tell that she doesn't know what she is doing.' Ken said in his thoughts.
sigh'
Ken then went close to her and assisted her. "That is not how you clean a glass-cup as a bartender." He proclaimed as she handed him both the cup and the cloth.
"You have to do it like." He instructed as he began cleaning the cup. He placed the glass on his left hand, while he used his right hand which was wrapped with the cloth, to clean the inside smoothly.
"Your body posture has to be relaxed when you are cleaning. You also have to relax your hands so as to avoid putting much pressure on the glass." As he was talking, he took a quick look at her to know if she was paying attention.
As he turned his head to face her, their both eye meet each other as she was staring at him intensely. Before he could ask the question, if she was understanding him, she said.
"I am sorry… for not giving you a reply earlier."
And Ken was like.
"Huh?"