Brock sighed as he trudged up the path to hand in his resume at Dreams Resort. Hopefully, they'd hire him and then he could finally move out of his parents' or a new girlfriend's house. Despite being nearly 40, Brock constantly moved between new girlfriends and his parents' house. Hopefully, that was all about to change. He would get a new stable job here at Dreams Resort. After all this time, Brock would try anything!
Brock's former high school classmate Chris had recommended it to him. Brock hadn't seen Chris in years and was delighted when Chris had reached out. He heard Chris had become a multi-millionaire maybe even a billionaire by making it rich in Silicon Valley. Over the phone, Brock had tried to get Chris to go for a beer with him but Chris had said he was no longer interested in things like that. Brock had thought Chris was a jerk for saying things like that. How dare Chris judge him? But, still, a job was a job and Brock needed a job. He was in deep debt and owed money to nearly everyone.
A man opened the door to Dreams Resort. He was dressed in a suit despite the hot weather. He said Brock should go left into Mistress Cecila's office. Brock thought it was odd that he'd call his boss, Mistress Cecilia but this was a high-class club. What did Brock know about high-class clubs? He was just a working-class shlub desperately in need of a job.
He walked into Mistress Cecila's office and put his resume on her desk. It was a high-class place and Brock felt out of place in his dirty jeans and sweaty white t-shirt. He could tell that Mistress Cecilia, whose fashion sense came straight off the Paris runway, thought so too.
"I brought this for you. I'd like to work here. I need a job. My old high school buddy, Chris said you were hiring. So here's my resume, Mrs. Cecila." said Brock.
"Don't call me Mrs. Cecilia, it makes me sound SO old. Call me Ma'am, if you're lucky maybe someday it'll be Mistress Cecilia. Although by how you look now, I doubt it. Still, we've done more with less. Now you're mudding up my clean office. I'll have the staff get you some new clothing while I look over your resume. Now you may leave." said Mistress Cecilia promptly. She pushed a buzzer on her desk and a page immediately came in. Brock could tell she was a stern lady who was used to being obeyed.
"How may I serve you, Ma'am?" questioned the page nervously. He was eager to serve Cecila but he hadn't quite earned the right. Slaves had to serve!
"Take him and get him a change of outfit. Nothing fancy, no collar...yet," said Cecilia.
"Yes Ma'am." said the page. He ushed Brock out of the room and into a small annex. A pair of nurse-like scrubs was presented to Brock. Brock put them on. He wanted the job after all. Meanwhile, the page stole Brock's wallet and burned his old clothes. Brock had no connection to the outside world. The page took Brock back to the office.
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"Hello Brock, I've been reading your application for a job here at Dreams Resort. You're highly qualified but not exactly the person we're looking for. Still, if you'd be willing to make a few slight modifications I'm sure we'd be able to hire you." stated Cecilia.
"Well, $50,000 for three months of work sounds like a great deal. What modifications are we talking about?" questioned Brock.
