From behind, Sam (my sanity) said, “You’d do better elsewhere.”
I frowned. “I got a job.” Would have added I liked said job, but lying wasn’t my strong suit, and Sam always knew when I was lying anyway.
Besides, I hated the job and he’d heard me bitch and complain enough about it to know.
“Then why ask the question if you don’t want to hear the answer?”
“Because I didn’t think you would answer. You don’t all the time, remember.”
Sam shrugged. “My contract doesn’t specify.”
“You think I do this for free?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
Sam chuckled. “Sorry, man. You’re paying me by the syllable.”
I said nothing, turned back as a man came up to the bar.
“What can I get you?”
“A new employee.”
“I am looking for new employees for my new Club and I was told to talk to you.”
“Really?” I glanced back at Sam.
He winked and disappeared.