Fee grinned, glad to have gotten a laugh from the smooth club owner. It was good; he was genuine, that much seemed obvious, and chill - which was important. Some guys who owned shit acted like it was an extension of their obviously undersized johnsons. But this guy, Julian - he was all right. She could see working for him.
"Sounds like a plan, boss." She turned to Ysolde, offering the poker-faced lady a smile. "I'm gonna do so good, you're gonna miss me when I'm working the bar for real." Then she winked and turned back to Julian.
"Is there a dress code for staff here, or do you trust my impeccable fashion sense?"