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The club wasn't really open when Harry walked in. She knew the barman and the security guard weren't really expecting customers so early in the day.

"Can I elp you Babe?"

Harry immediately bristled at the endearment. Rather than show him she smiled sweetly before walking towards him.

"Yeah." She glanced around the empty bar.

"Ow?"

"I'm looking for the boss. I'm ere about the job."

"Which one?" The stockily built man looked her up and down.

"Eh?" Harry feigned innocence.

"Stripper or barmaid?"

"Barmaid! Charming!"

"Didn't think stripper. Our clientele like the bigger boob."

Harry narrowed her eyes for a moment before remembering why she was there.

"You gonna show me where your boss is then or is this twenty questions?"

"I'm the boss."

"Thought a bird owned this place?" Harry tried to keep the accent up, knowing she would be in trouble if the goon suspected anything. Holding her own she watched as he smirked at her, his eyes racking over her slim frame. She knew Dempsey would want to punch him; despite the fact he had looked at her that way a million times before. She pushed all thoughts of her ex parter away; knowing he would never look at her that way again.

"The owner is a bird. But I'm the boss. What's yer name?"

"Sally. Sally Dempsey."

She lied easily.

"You?"

"Jack."

"Jack?"

"Just Jack."

"Well, just Jack. About this job."

"Get yer self ere for 7 tonight. We'll give you a trial."

Harry smiled sweetly before walking out of the club - straight into Dempsey.

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