Genetta walked into the bar and towards her boss Randy Orton standing behind the counter. It was only her fourth day of working there and so far everything was alright. Not a dream job at all but she managed. When she left David's office a week ago, she started walking around town looking for jobs, and she had found this.

"Some guy called and asked for you," he said.
"What guy?" She asked.
"I don't know. Some guy. He was talking so fast that I didn't catch any of it. Something about money," he gave her a stern look. "You better not take your personal business into my bar. If an angry ex comes in here to start shit, I'm gonna fire you."
"I'll be right back," she said.

She ran out of the bar and across the street to the ATM. She put in her bank card and was shocked to find everything was still there. All the money Seth should have gotten into his account was still sitting in her account. She hadn't checked it all week because she figured she was broke and had to wait for her first paycheck from the bar. She had given the green light for the bank transfer when she signed those papers and she thought it had been done. She ran back to the bar and up to Randy.

"What was his name?" She asked.
"I don't know," he answered.
"Was his name Seth?" She asked. "Think, Randy!"
"Yeah, I think that was his name," he said. "Do I have to worry about him and his friends stopping by with baseball bats?"
"He's not an ex and he's not a bad guy," she said.
"In that case," he smirked. "He left a phone number for you to call."

He handed her a piece of paper and pointed towards the back.

"I know you don't have a phone right now so call him from the office," he said.
"Thank you," she said.

She walked to the office and picked up the phone. It rang several times before Seth finally picked up.

"Hello?" He asked.
"It's Genetta," she said.
"You weren't easy to track down," he chuckled.
"How did you find me?" She asked.
"Apparently my friend Dean is a regular," she said.
"Whiskey, no ice," she said.
"Yeah, that sounds like him," he laughed. "Anyway, he told me about a new bartender named Genetta. Your name isn't exactly common around here so I asked about your looks, and of course it was you."
"What do you want, Seth?" She asked.

His laughter died down and she heard him let out a sigh.

"I went to the house but you were already gone," he said.
"I told you I left a week ago," she said.
"I know. A part of me just didn't think... I was hoping you would still be there and not on the street," he said.
"But I'm not so it's all yours. Just sign the papers and take the money, Seth. Don't play games with me like this," she said.
"I'm not one to play games and you know it. I'm the type of person to be right up in your face which you unfortunately got to experience many times," he said.

He paused and waited for her to say something but nothing came from her end. He couldn't blame her for that. She didn't know what was going through his mind.

"Meet me at the house," he said.
"Why?" She asked.
"Just come," he sighed. "Please."

She drummed her fingers on the table for a couple of seconds and then blew out her breath.

"Tomorrow at 11 AM," she said.
"Perfect," he said.
"I gotta get back to work," she said. "Goodbye, Seth."

She hung up before he could say goodbye too. She kept sitting on the chair for another minute to gather her composure and find her best costumer smile. She had work to do. She couldn't for one second believe the money in her account would stay. It had to be some sort of game, and she couldn't lose her job to a fantasy about being rich. She took a deep breath and walked back out in the bar.

"Is everything alright?" Randy asked.
"Yes," she smiled. "Everything is just fine."