Conor arrived at Jackson’s Furniture at 8 a.m. sharp the next morning. He had chosen to wear his new suit and tie since that was similar to what the sales team had been wearing yesterday. When he walked through the doors, several sales associates powerwalked over to him. “Can we help you find anything today?” “Are you looking for a sofa, or perhaps a recliner?” “How about dining room furniture?” “I can direct you to the bedroom suites.” Conor was overwhelmed and held up his hands. “I am a new employee. I am just here to meet with Mr. Matthews and get my assignment.” “Oh.” The dejection and disappointment were clear on each of their faces. As they drifted away, one lingered and finally stepped forward, hand outstretched. “name’s Arty. Arty Maron. You said you were to meet with the boss?” Arty was a thin man in his later fifties, with wispy gray hair combed over a balding head. He wore thin glasses near the end of his nose. “Yes
As Conor made his way up the stairs and along the walkway to his apartment, he found Yuri waiting outside. At fifteen, Yuri was still a bit short for his age, but was quickly maturing. Conor felt like he was a little brother he never had. “Conor! You’re home!” “What’s up Yuri? Everything ok?” “You are not going to believe this! Mr. Nuri managed to get me a spot at the Bayan Gaming Convention this weekend! He says mom can take me and I will be able to present the game! This is HUGE!!! All the top companies will be modeling the new games and systems there! If I can get one of them to like ‘Song of Dragons’, we could go multiplatform and, and…” “WHOA WHOA WHOA, slow down Yuri!” Conor chuckled, “I am excited for you. But take it one step at a time. I am thrilled you get to go to the convention but make sure before you make any decisions you talk to Mr. Nuri. His team knows how contracts work. Let them be the ones to negotiate anything, understand?”
Conor woke the next morning feeling excited for the day. Jessica was well on her way to getting very needed advertisement for the mall, Peter Miros would be getting solid business from the city council and chamber of commerce and Yuri seemed set for a big launch of his new game this coming weekend. Things were definitely looking up for the week. Conor knew full well that while these things were going well, he still had only a few days left to make up the remainder needed for their bills by the end of the week. Conor was making his way to Jackson Furniture when his phone rang. “Hello? “Mr. Brantley, this is Jarad, with Mr. Nuri’s office. I am working with Abby Weiss today and we got a call from the spice shop near GrizlHut. It seems the Spice of Life mix is doing really well, and the owner is asking for some part time help with some of his taste testing events. Would you be interested in the work?” “Umm, yes! When is he needing me? I
Three o’clock came, and Conor clocked out from Jackson’s Furniture and made his way to Mr. Arroz’s Spice Emporium. As he came around the corner, the pungent aroma reminded him of the days he had spent recently working next door with Cara. He wondered briefly if she had a shift this afternoon. “Ah, Conor my boy! Come, come!” called an enthusiastic Mr. Arroz in a thick Pruarian accent. The jovial older man had always been kind to Conor and seemed thrilled to see him today. “Conor, that combination you suggested is selling like nothing I have ever had in my shop! You are truly Celia blessed! And that Mr. Nuri you introduced me to is already having orders placed for a shop near his headquarters!” Conor smiled at the darker-skinned Mr. Arroz, “I am thrilled. I am glad business is doing well for you. Mr. Nuri’s assistant said you might have some work for me?” “Ah, yes! Come!” he waved Conor over to a table he had set out for people passing by to sample spices. “I need someone here to watc
Conor nodded to Mr. Arroz and shook his hand. “Thank you, sir, for this opportunity. I’ve got this.” “Good, and if you do as well out here as you did creating that spice of life, I will have something special in it for you at the end of the shift.” Mr. Arroz wandered back into his shop leaving Conor to stir the crowds. Conor watched as families wandered by the booth, a few stopping to sniff from time to time, but most were heading to GrizlHut or to the arcade on the other side of the Spice Emporium. As the evening ticked by, Conor enjoyed the pleasant interactions with the few patrons who stopped in and even made a few sales. As he watched the evening crowds, a familiar head of brunette hair bobbed out of the GrizlHut and headed past him. “Conor?”
The next morning, Conor awoke to frigid winter air. Apparently, winter had finally come, but at least Jessica had let him keep his blanket today. From the kitchen, he heard Jessica preparing breakfast. “Hurry up Conor. Don’t be late for Jackson’s! Remember Rent is due Friday!” Conor rolled out of bed and showered before coming to the kitchen. When he arrived, Jessica had already left for work. He sighed and scrambled an egg, eating it right out of the pan before jogging to work himself. When he arrived, he found a glaring Mr. Matthews waiting for him. “Care to explain why I have an irate client threatening to sue us after having an accident shortly after leaving our loading dock?”
Thursday “Are you ready yet?” called Cynthia. “Mother, remind me where we are going this time?” sighed an exacerbated Jessica as she struggled to put in an earring while checking the mirror. “It is an outing to the art district with the ladies of Princess Arisa’s personal house staff. These people serve in the Princess’s personal home and know the going ons of the kingdom. If you take the time to socialize with them, you can be best prepared to market our businesses and help attract new clients to our malls. It is very important.” “It sounds expensive,” huffed Jessica, attempting to slide on a high-heeled shoe while her mother draped a fine coat over her shoulders. “It necessary for ladies of our increasing standing in society to adhere to the expectation of the upper class. A simple outing such as this can secure the recommendation for new restaurants, and high-end shops to want storefronts in our malls if they see us in the good graces of the Princess and other nobil
Friday Friday morning Conor arrived early to work at Jackson’s. Mr. Matthew’s office door was open, so he knocked gently, “Mr. Matthews, do you have a minute?” “Yes, Conor, come on in. What’s on your mind?” “This is a tough thing to ask as I know I have only worked here a short while. Is there any chance at the end of the shift you could pay me for this week's work? The end of month bills are due and I am still a bit short.” “I see. Well, you have been working hard Conor, and its money you have earned. You also made a decent sale on your first day! See me after the shift and I will have your hours calculated then.&r