"Have you seen Sam?" Tony Bianchi asked.
Charlie looked towards Tony and shook his head, "So not funny."
"Sorry," Tony walked into the common room at BK House and sat on the couch. "Liam said he might be interested in a part-time job."
"He's in the computer room, I think." Charlie said, munching on another handful of popcorn.
"What's wrong with the one in his room?" Tony asked. He tried to sneak a few kernels from Charlie's bowl but he got his hand slapped.
"Ask."
Tony rolled his eyes. "Can I please have some of your popcorn?"
Charlie grinned and passed the bowl over. "See that wasn't so hard. And there's nothing wrong with Sam's computer. His roommate, Lark Wilsher, is meditating. He does it every evening at this time. Something about cleansing the negativity he gathers during the day." Charlie shrugged like he didn't believe in any of it.
"Whatever floats his boat," Tony said, handing the bowl back.
"Thanks, I'll stick my head back in before I take off," Tony said as he rose off the couch.
Tony found Sam right where Charlie said he'd be. He knocked on the glass door before entering. "Okay if I interrupt?"
"Mr. Bianchi," Sam said. He saved his work to a jump drive and turned in his chair to face Tony.
"I won't take up much of your time. I was talking to Liam earlier and he said you might be interested in a part-time job."
"Sure, would I be doing the same thing Liam does for you?"
"Not exactly. I need someone on site for a few hours a day. I've acquired a new company and their files are a mess. I need someone to go through and scan the appropriate documents into the computer. Sorry to say it's a boring job, but it'll pay more than you can make working part-time anywhere else."
Sam seemed to hesitate momentarily. "Who would I be working for?"
"Me," Tony replied.
"I'm out of classes by two. Would that give me enough time?"
"Yeah, it should. If you can get there by two-thirty it'll give you three and a half hours a day. So can I count on you?" Tony stuck his hand out.
Standing, Sam nodded and shook Tony's hand. "Thanks, Mr. Bianchi. I won't let you down."
"Tony, please. Can you start this week?"
"Yeah, that would be perfect. We're out of class this week for Spring Break."
Shaking his head, Tony chuckled. "I should know that. Hell, I live with a teacher. But in my own defence, Daniel works five days a week regardless if class is in session or not. Why aren't you taking off like most of the college kids?"
Sam grinned and pulled out his empty pockets. "It's the reason I need a job."
"Come in any time. You can work as many hours as you have time for until classes start up again."
"Thank you, Mr ... Tony."
Tony shook Sam's hand again and thumped him on the back. "Good to have you on board. Come see me when you get there."
"I will," Sam said, with a wide grin plastered to his face.
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