Just as I was about to turn back, a place across the street caught my eye. The fancy sign above the door declared it Abyss, and it looked dark through the windows, but I was pretty sure I could see bottles lining the back wall.
Maybe it was a competing wine merchant. Maybe this owner wouldn’t be so snooty. After checking for cars, I hurriedly crossed the road and peered into the window. My shoulders slumped with disappointment. It wasn’t a wine shop, it was a bar. A swanky-looking bar, with lots of low leather seating and stained-glass lanterns waiting to be lit on dark wood tables. A big gleaming bar stood in the centre, and there was a single demiurgus standing beside it, polishing champagne glasses.
I stepped back so I wouldn’t look like a creep peering in through the windows at her, but as I began to walk away, my eyes snagged on a discreet sign by the door.
‘Vacancy – bar staff,’ it said. ‘Enquire inside.’
My pulse leapt. Holy crap. There was a real job being offered in this place. They were actually looking to hire someone. My heart started hammering in my throat as I peered inside again. It looked fancy—old-fashioned in an expensive, intentional way.
Palms sweating, I reached for the door. I had to. I had to go in and try.
You’re brave, Beryl. I suddenly heard Greid’s voice in my head, steeling my resolve.
Be brave. Be brave be brave be brave.
My face flamed red when the door wouldn’t open, body prickling with heat. The demiurgus looked up at the sound of the handle rattling, setting the cloth and champagne flute down on the bar to walk over and unlock the door.
She gave me a polite smile as she pulled it open. “Hi there. I’m afraid we’re not open for brunch yet.”
“Oh, I’m not—” My cheeks grew even hotter. “I just wanted to ask about the job?”
Her yellow eyes sparked with interest. “Oh, great.” She held out her hand, her claws painted a deep, subtle blue. “I’m Mani, the manager.”
“Lovely to meet you. I’m Beryl.” I shook her hand and tried to give her a confident smile.
“I have about…” She checked her watch. “Twenty minutes before we open, if you want to have a chat now?”
“Sure, sounds good. Thank you.”
I followed her over to the bar, and we both perched on the plush stools with metal backs. Mani smiled at me again, her gaze slightly assessing as she looked me over, before asking, “Do you have your resumé with you?”
I managed to suppress my wince. Greid had offered to help me write a resumé, but it had felt so pointless as I’d read the endless, impossible job listings online.
Knowing I was already about to fuck this up, I said, “I don’t, I’m afraid. I actually—I recently moved here and it’s… been a big change.”
That didn’t even make any sense, but Mani just looked at me in silence for a few seconds before sitting back.
“Okay,” she said evenly. “Well, why don’t I tell you a little about the job?”
I nodded, swallowing around the lump in my throat. I already felt pathetic. Why had I ever thought I could do this?
“It’s a full-time position, which means day and night shifts. We open at eleven for brunch, when we serve some small dishes to soak up the booze.” Mani waved a hand. “And we’re open until four a.m., but it’s only the demiurgus staff who take the last shift.”
Hesitantly, I asked, “So you have other humans working here?”
Mani gave me a tiny smile. “One human, yeah. He’s always asking if we can take on another so the older ladies stop flirting with him so much when they’ve had a few too many.”
I managed a weak laugh, knowing I wasn’t selling myself at all. My leg was bouncing nervously, and I saw Mani glance at it before she gave me another small smile.
“I have been thinking about taking another human on to try and mix up our clientele a bit.” She gestured toward the windows. “More humans come into this part of the city now, and the bar down the street caters to them more heavily, so they get more of their business.”
“Oh, right,” I said, then forced myself to add, “Yeah, I’ve noticed a few humans in this area.”
“So you moved here recently?”
“Yes.” I cleared my throat. “I was… Yeah, just a couple of weeks ago. It’s a really nice area.”
“It is,” she agreed, then leaned forward and lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Lots of yuppies with too much money and a propensity for drinking away the stresses of their high-powered jobs.”
I laughed, feeling myself loosening up a little thanks to her friendliness. But then she sat back and gave me another shrewd look.
“What experience do you have?” she asked, voice gentling. “Have you worked in a bar before?”
I licked my lips. “No, but I have… I did actually make wine. Before.”
Her eyes flared with intrigue. “You made it? Cool. Well, we serve more than wine here. Not too many cocktails, but you’d need to learn how to mix drinks. But tending bar is… Once you get the hang of it, it comes easily. The main issue is dealing with drunk folk.”
“I’d be good at that,” I said eagerly. “I’m good at standing up for myself without being rude. I don’t think that’d be a problem.”
Her mouth curved into a lopsided smile. “Well that’s good. But… I can’t really consider you for the job without any kind of resumé or anything. I’m sorry.”
My shoulders sagged in devastation. I’d just started feeling a little bit hopeful, but she was right. Of course she was. I was just some stranger who’d walked in off the street.
I could feel Mani watching me, but my eyes were burning so I kept my gaze lowered. I hadn’t even come out looking for a job today, but now, the thought of going back home and telling Greid that I’d tried and failed was humiliating. And heartbreaking.
Why didn’t I take him up on his offer to write a resumé? It would’ve helped a little. It would have at least given me a shot, and not made me seem like a total idiot.
“Tell you what.” At the sound of Mani’s voice, I blinked fast and lifted my head to look at her. She smiled. “If you can give me a legit reference that I can call right now—someone to vouch for you—maybe we could do a trial run. Get you in here during a quiet shift to see how it goes.”
My breath caught, and my voice was pathetically hopeful as I asked, “Really?”
Mani gave me a kind smile. “Sure. I’ve only just put that ad up, and I’d like to get someone in as soon as possible.”
Oh my god, oh my god. I fumbled for my phone, hands trembling as I quickly swiped to my contacts. I only had two in there—Greid, and Violet’s office number. But this was something I could actually do. Violet could honestly vouch for me. And I wasn’t worried about Mani finding out about the cult—not overly, anyway. I knew Violet always answered her phone with, “Orderly Winemakers, how can I help?” because the only reason anyone called the cult was for the wine business.
Mani leaned over the bar to grab a tiny notepad and a pen, and I quickly jotted down Violet’s name and number, as well as Orderly Winemakers. When I slid it back over to her, she stared down at it for a second.
“Huh.” Her gaze flicked over to me. “We actually stock that wine. They make nightberry wine as well, right?”