Chapter 157.
<strong>Chapter 157. An Assassin’s and Friend’s First Day of Work (3/9)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Fast forward one day and I was back at work. It was now Tuesday and an eager-eyed Alicia filled with boundless confidence stood before me ready for her first day on the job.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You seem pretty pumped up today like you’re ready to go to war.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I learned a lot from Rosast night. She even showed me a video of the POS and also told me about everything that transpired on her first day of work.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You shouldn’t get too overconfident. We didn’t really get any difficult or belligerent customers yesterday. There are a lot of things that can pop up on the job. Certain skills that we hardly use but still need to have honed. You always need to be on the lookout for certain things.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Like what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, for example, when handling customers paying by cash. You should be mindful of how much the customer is actually handing over vs how much they say or imply is actually there. Be sure to always count the bills or coins out in front of them so they can’t make any ims that they gave you more than they really did. Don’t let them deceive you either or grab their bags and run off before you finish counting the cash.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If they start making trouble or causing a scene, you need to stand your ground in these sorts of situations. These types of situations are like a battle between you and the difficult customer where you need to have a backbone. That bullshit about the customer always being right only applies to the customers who aren’t trying to pull a fast one on you or harassing other customers/employees in the store.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Rosa didn’t mention anything about that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t exin it to her because she was very attentive. Yesterday, she did it without me even telling her to. It was moremon sense for her because of her personality which isn’t nearly as trusting as yours. She’s always doubtful of the intentions of those around her. She also lived alone so she was quite particr about the money she spent during that time. Though you have your own circumstances, your personality is too overly trusting of others. Hence why it’s better to point these sorts of little things out to you. Different people require different things.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I understand. I won’t let my guard down.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you can let your guard down a bit when they’re paying by card. It’s not like they can short-change you there. The only thing you need to make sure of when they pay by card is that the transaction did in fact go through sessfully before they try to grab their bags and run off.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh. I got it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anyway, even if Rosa showed you the POS, I’ll still go over it with you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Alicia got really close and squeezed between me and the register. Her left shoulder down to her back was in direct contact with my chest.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you going to show me now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh… yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She wasn’t bothered in the slightest despite our closeness, as if being this close was her god-given right.
<span style="font-weight:400">I used my left hand to navigate through the POS system and showed her how everything worked. She would asionally give an enthusiastic nod in understanding. Whenever she did so, her long hair would brush up against me.
<span style="font-weight:400">Innocent girls were troublesome because they weren’t aware of how their subtle little actions affected others. If I’d been another guy in this position they definitely would have gotten the wrong idea about the girl. Would she have acted the same way if it was another guy training her at work though? Or was it just because I was her boyfriend?
<span style="font-weight:400">I was a bit curious so I wrapped my right arm around her waist from behind below the counter.
<span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t even notice it because of how focused she was on learning the POS system. Her defenses were just far too low around me for even this action to trigger the rm bells in her mind. Well, she did sell me her soul without even thinking about it.
<span style="font-weight:400">I removed my right arm from around her waist and let her go before she ever noticed a thing.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alicia, would you be in such close proximity if another guy was the one training you?” I finally asked her what was on my mind.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. Only because it’s you. I just feel calmer when I’m close to you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She was a dangerous element introduced to my life at work. Unconsciously, you’d want to hug her regardless of the time and ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d been careless and forgotten about the camera behind me. Thankfully it would only look like I was reaching around her to press a button on the register.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is it okay if I try handling a customer?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you sure you want to do that right away without watching a little first?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sure. I’ll probably mess up so I’ll be counting on you. But I don’t want to drag you down at work so I’ll do my best.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay. If you say so.”
<span style="font-weight:400">After a few minutes, a customer approached the counter.
<span style="font-weight:400">Alicia straightened her back, looked the customer directly in the eyes, and greeted them in a friendly fashion, “Hi there, did you find everything you were looking for today?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Y-Yes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The customer stuttered out a single-word response somewhat taken aback. He looked a bit nervous and quickly averted his eyes from Alicia. He ced his goods on the counter and Alicia started to scan them.
<span style="font-weight:400">While concentrating on scanning his items, I caught him sneaking a peek at her face before his eyes wandered lower.
<span style="font-weight:400">He didn’t loon for long, but it was obvious he found Alicia attractive.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… are you new here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I just started today actually. It’s my first day of work. Sorry, did I do something strange?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“N-Not at all. You’re doing really well.” The customer raised his hands up and shook them frantically.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Really! Thank you! I’m a bit nervous. You’re actually my first customer.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“First customer? I’m the first?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.” Alicia nodded and said that with a beaming smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her smile was too radiant and the customer averted his eyes, blinded by how pure she was.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Your totales up to $65.35. How would you like to pay today?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Cash.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He handed over some bills.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Twenty, forty, sixty, seventy.” Alicia carefully counted the bills out in front of the customer.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Would you like your receipt?” She opened up the register while storing the money away and retrieving the customer’s change.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… y-yes please.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She printed off the receipt for the customer and ced the change over the receipt when she ced it on top of his hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you very much for shopping with us today, please have a wonderful day.” Alicia’s innocent smile was on full st. Her power levels were no doubt over nine thousand in the customer’s eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">Their hands touched slightly when she handed over the receipt and change. He blinked a few times in a slight daze before he said, “You too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Alicia was too distracted after her first sessful interaction with a customer so she didn’t hear him muttering to himself quietly on his way out, “Was that an angel? No, a goddess? Am I dead? Did I die and go to heaven without realizing it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">It seemed he’d definitely be a loyal and devoted return customer in the future after his little exchange with her. Haaaaah. You’ve been ensured in the Owner’s nefarious trap, you fool.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How did I do!” After the customer exited the store, Alicia spun around and grabbed my hand with a worried expression.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You did really well, good job.” She squeezed my hand as her eyes lit up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Really? It was fine? I didn’t mess up anything?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Yes. You don’t need to be so antsy. You did great. He even looks like he ns toe back more often because of you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Phew. Thank goodness. It went well, that’s a relief.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Was she that nervous?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alicia, another customer.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah. Already?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She hurriedly turned around and greeted them. Another simr exchange happened again. This time it was a high school girl. Strangely enough, she was also left in a daze after interacting with Alicia.
<span style="font-weight:400">It wasn’t just her. One customer after another was converted into believers of the angel known as Alicia.
<span style="font-weight:400">Before I knew it, the store had suddenly gotten quite packed. It was as if word of the holy angel had spread near and far through word of mouth and all these people had specifically dropped by just to meet the sacred goddess who’d graced the store with her presence.
<span style="font-weight:400">I noticed there’d been many people who’d entered and picked up only a single item just so they could interact with her. A lot of lonely-looking guys who I often sawing to shop just for Yuna had switched camps to camp Alicia. Damn, Alicia was a natural-born customer ma.