Post by Dion on Mar 12, 2022 23:03:46 GMT -5
There were many things to be lamented over when it came to the aftereffects of being kidnapped, tortured, and torn apart over and over again over the span of a six month period on foreign soil. The immediate losses that came to the young man's attention after having finally been freed from his personal little corner of Hell being Carro's innocence, Amara's life, and his own sense of dignity. Thankfully, after some needed time taken to recuperate and recover, most of these ended up having fixed themselves in the end- with the Amara problem being the most pleasantly surprising out of the lot to say the least.
However, despite all of these blessings, there remained one certain circumstance that remained to be addressed by the bartender, that of which being the future living situation and working occupation for himself and his younger brother Carro. Having been gone for six months in tandem with Carro focusing all the resources he could muster into tracking him down of course meant that their main source of income that also doubled as their living quarters, Diono's, had been forced to go under and repossessed to whence they came.
It didn't take all that long for Dion to regain the rights to his property, thankfully- using up some saved up funds that had been stored away in the case of a situation like this ever occurring, Dion was able to buy back the building that he had been yearning to return to all this time, though it did come at the cost of shoving himself essentially right to the breaking point in regards to economic security. He had used up all his remaining funds in order to buy back Diono's, and he'd be treading the line of bankruptcy for a while if he wasn't able to kick things back into high gear in regards to profiteering.
No business could start booming, however, without a proper crew to help cultivate it. And considering all of his former staff had moved on from the small beachside restaurant, Dion decided than it was long overdue that he recruit some new blood.
Getting the word out wasn't all that hard, nor was getting a decent amount of interest in the first place for positions in general- Diono's, while not super widespread, had become a staple for the people that had the privilege of living near it, and so giving those same people the opportunity to work under such a beloved brand name was one that most didn't want to at all pass up. It didn't take long before Dion had a sizable list of soon to be employees amassed for the taking. Considering the number though, he decided to try and interview a select number of them on a day to day basis- as he wasn't in any way ready to run through such a great number of people all at once.
Today marked the first day of interviews, and there atop his list was a young man whose name was, Om-Yogu? Odd first name, but then again, it was a simple one, so it would work just fine with him. Something about it also felt weirdly familiar, but, he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
So, instead of entertaining universally unsound bases, Dion instead decided to get the place ready for his very first arrival. Washing down the bar, mopping the floor once or twice, getting a bottle of whiskey (and a secret second one for just his use) set up on the table they'd be sitting at near the front's main window- all the things an interviewer naturally would go out of their way to do in order to make a good first impression.
Finally, all that was there left to do, was wait. Checking the clock as he waited by the entrance, Dion noted that it was fifteen minutes before he was scheduled to come. He wondered if he was one of those punctual types.
Seemed as though he would get his answer soon enough.
However, despite all of these blessings, there remained one certain circumstance that remained to be addressed by the bartender, that of which being the future living situation and working occupation for himself and his younger brother Carro. Having been gone for six months in tandem with Carro focusing all the resources he could muster into tracking him down of course meant that their main source of income that also doubled as their living quarters, Diono's, had been forced to go under and repossessed to whence they came.
It didn't take all that long for Dion to regain the rights to his property, thankfully- using up some saved up funds that had been stored away in the case of a situation like this ever occurring, Dion was able to buy back the building that he had been yearning to return to all this time, though it did come at the cost of shoving himself essentially right to the breaking point in regards to economic security. He had used up all his remaining funds in order to buy back Diono's, and he'd be treading the line of bankruptcy for a while if he wasn't able to kick things back into high gear in regards to profiteering.
No business could start booming, however, without a proper crew to help cultivate it. And considering all of his former staff had moved on from the small beachside restaurant, Dion decided than it was long overdue that he recruit some new blood.
Getting the word out wasn't all that hard, nor was getting a decent amount of interest in the first place for positions in general- Diono's, while not super widespread, had become a staple for the people that had the privilege of living near it, and so giving those same people the opportunity to work under such a beloved brand name was one that most didn't want to at all pass up. It didn't take long before Dion had a sizable list of soon to be employees amassed for the taking. Considering the number though, he decided to try and interview a select number of them on a day to day basis- as he wasn't in any way ready to run through such a great number of people all at once.
Today marked the first day of interviews, and there atop his list was a young man whose name was, Om-Yogu? Odd first name, but then again, it was a simple one, so it would work just fine with him. Something about it also felt weirdly familiar, but, he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
So, instead of entertaining universally unsound bases, Dion instead decided to get the place ready for his very first arrival. Washing down the bar, mopping the floor once or twice, getting a bottle of whiskey (and a secret second one for just his use) set up on the table they'd be sitting at near the front's main window- all the things an interviewer naturally would go out of their way to do in order to make a good first impression.
Finally, all that was there left to do, was wait. Checking the clock as he waited by the entrance, Dion noted that it was fifteen minutes before he was scheduled to come. He wondered if he was one of those punctual types.
Seemed as though he would get his answer soon enough.
PL: 22,000 - WC: 677 - TWC: 677