“Yep, you’re hired if you want a job,” he said under his breath. He crossed the room, waylaying his friend before Shorty could greet a new set of people once they were seated. “I need to have a word with you,” Mick said.
“Uh-oh. What now?” Shorty asked with a worried frown.
“Nothing bad,” Mick told him.
“Whew. Okay. So?”
“Why don’t we go into my office?”
Shorty chuckled as he followed Mick. “Why do I feel like a kid being told he has to go to the principal’s office?”
When they were seated, Mick pressed his fingers together, studying Shorty for a moment. Then he said, “I have an offer I hope you’ll accept. I’d like to hire you to be a host, here.”
“Are you serious? Me?”