She hadn't gotten two words out of her mouth before Jackson's eyes widened and he removed the cigar from his mouth.
Vanessa knew that she sang in a voice that was deep and true and what others might consider older than someone her age should ever be able to manage. In that moment Vanessa sang as if she was bringing church to the club and when she finished the song Jackson whispered four words.
"You got the job."
"How much did you say it paid?" Charisma asked with a smile.
Some performers might not think fifty-thousand dollars a year was anything grand but to nineteen year old Vanessa it meant independence and the means to take care of Crash.
"Thank you so much Mr. Monroe!"
"Come back tomorrow and we'll get all the paper work taken care of-"
Charisma and Vanessa looked at each other and Charisma plastered on a big smile.
"Vanessa's only nineteen."