Chapter 3: Training

We followed Aston into his office we took a seat in front of his desk. I took the chair on the right and Russell took the chair to the left, Aston sat in his swivel chair behind his desk.

“I brought the both of you in here to get you out of the crossfire of Jerica and to know exactly what happened out there in your own words.”

“Well, I went to start my shift, in which booth Russell and Jericho did question my outfit, I told them that Jericca said that Jessica wanted me to wear as part of the promotion that we were having tonight. I did try to question her but before I could ask she left the lounge and left me alone hold this.” I said waving my hands down my body to the outfit the Jerica had me wear. They didn’t question me after that, and I was told by Jericho to start waiting on my tables. As I went to take the order from my first table, they ordered a pitcher of beer and me. Not understanding their meaning, I went to the bar to place their order. When I got back the man that I took their order from untied my shirt while another one stuck his hand down my pants, I don’t even want to tell you the rest I am totally disgusted with what happened.” I said with tears in my eyes.

“I get the picture, I won’t ask you to go any farther with your explanation, but where exactly do you fit into all of this.” He says looking at my brother.

“Jericho and I saw the encounter between Remy and Jerica and decided to step in to stop it.”

“What encounter exactly, Remy?”

“After finding out that I was in that situation because of her, I…. well, …. Sort of attacked her?” I said more of a question then a statement.

“Oh, well I see. You are no longer going to have deal with her as you know. I want Russell to go and see Jericho on training and stay here.”

“I know that you two are into each other, all I ask from you Aston, is to treat her right. I don’t have to remind you about why we took jobs here. Do I?”

“No, you don’t Russ, and I will treat her like the princess that she is.” As Aston was talking to my brother aa guy walked into the office without knocking. My brother left the office eyeing the guy that just walked in.

“Well, well. Who do we have here?” Says the strange guy.

“This is one of my employees and girl.” He says. He walks over to me and starts to talk.

“Hi, you pretty little thing, my name is Donavon. What is yours?”

“Remy." "And she is none of your business, Donavon!” Aston says to him right after my introduction.

“Oh, is that so.” He says as he pays with one of my light brown curls.

“Remy, why don’t you change into your uniform and find Jessica.”

“Ok.” I say as I begin to stand to leave. Donavon gently grabs my arm.

“What’s your hurry honey?” He asked me as I try to pry myself loose of his hold on my arm. Once I free my arm I leave the office. Walking into the employee lounge I opened my locker only to find that my uniform as been torn to shreds, I decided that the only thing that I could do was go and find Jess. I walked out of the hallway and onto the floor when I heard a wolf whistle coming from someone, I high tailed out of their and running into the office without knocking I find Jess in her office sitting at the desk.

“Ah, Ah, Ah.” I let out trying to catch my breath.

“What’s wrong and why aren’t you changed yet?”

“My uniform is torn to shreds.” I tell her.

“Ok, I will give you something of mine to wear, starting tomorrow make sure you dress professional. I won’t say anything about it now since you were deceived by Jerica.” She says as she stands and moves towards the closet, grabbing an outfit out and walking over to me. As she hands it to me she says. “I expect it to be dry cleaned when you return it.” I shook my head in understanding and then I went back to the employee lounge where I put on my shower cap and showered. When I was done I wrapped myself in a towel and took off my shower cap placing it in my locker. I then proceeded to dry off and dressing. I finished with make-up of autumn colors and walked out the door when I was satisfied with my look.

Walking back into her office I approached her desk waiting for my training session to begin. Although the conversation between Jessica and Remy was brief and mostly focused on immediate concerns, Jessica’s approach to training Remy began with clear and direct communication about workplace expectations. When Remy reported the issue with her torn uniform, Jessica responded with understanding and practicality—offering her own outfit as a temporary solution, but immediately establishing professional standards for future conduct.

Jessica instructed Remy that starting the next day, she must dress professionally, signaling that appearance and presentation are important conditions for the role. Jessica also emphasized accountability; when lending her own clothes, she made it clear that Remy would be responsible for dry cleaning and returning the outfit in good condition. This demonstrated Jessica’s expectation of responsibility and respect for shared property. Though Jessica did not provide a lengthy orientation or detailed training in this moment, her actions illustrated a straightforward method: addressing problems as they arose, setting boundaries, and articulating expectations as part of everyday interactions. Remy was expected to adhere to standards, show respect for workplace procedures, and respond promptly to directives—all fundamental qualities for an assistant manager under Jessica’s guidance.

Jessica gestured for me to sit beside her at the computer. The monitor glowed softly, its desktop background a sepia-toned photograph of the bar under neon dusk. She clicked open the browser and logged into the admin panel of the website, her fingers moving with practiced assurance. “Aston is very particular about how we present ourselves online,” she began, her voice measured but encouraging. “The website is not just a menu or contact list—it’s a reflection of the experience we want guests to have before they ever walk through the door.”

She walked me through each section: the events calendar, the photo gallery, the staff bios—every detail meticulously curated. “First, always update the specials and events as soon as they’re confirmed. Aston hates outdated information, so double-check the dates. Use clear, inviting language. No slang, no inside jokes, and definitely no typos.” I nodded, absorbing her instructions. She showed me how to resize photos for the gallery, emphasizing that every image should feel candid but professional. “Aston wants warmth and authenticity, not staged perfection. If you upload staff photos, use ones where people are genuinely smiling or interacting. He believes the bar should feel like home—even online.”