Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Daily Write: The boss (August 14, 2013)

Writing Prompt: The boss

He walked around the restaurant checking in with the clientele, doing what needed to be done if the servers were busy, and otherwise creating an air of mastery. They called him The Captain, although he wasn't alone. There was a captain at every fine dining establishment from San Francisco to Paris to Milan and beyond.

On his downtime he was less fastidious, although you could hardly have guessed that from observing him at work. He slept in boxers, woke up, and without putting anything else on, opened his door to the luxury apartment building hallway and grabbed the paper, itching his crotch and sometimes picking his nose. Slovenly except for his building had a doorman, a unique luxury in San Francisco, which was by no one's accounts, New York, not even on the best day.

He wasn't an unpleasant man, but he had no time for behaving properly when not constrained by the expectations of Robert, his longtime boss. It's true, he sometimes ate Kentucky Fried Chicken while sitting in front of the TV. He also liked to drink at the dive two blocks over and two blocks down at the corner of lonesome and dangerous.

Although he had done well for himself, running the front of the house in a Michelin rated venue for years, and with no family to suck away his funds, he had no desire to be anything but real when he was off duty. Charlie instead of Charles. Sweatpants or loose old jeans instead of pressed fine fabric slacks, a simple gold chain around his neck instead of the finest silk tie. A real contrast between on and off if he reflected on himself.

Even Robert knew this, and they sometimes joked about it, but never when the staff was nearby. For the staff the expectations of perfection, reverence and efficient silence were in order, unless speaking with the guests. For the staff, Charles and Robert put on quite the show of disciplined excellence.

She noticed all this without telling anyone. She frequented the establishment, and happened to live in his building. He thought of her as a benign presence, having no idea that she studied him day in and day out. Even she wasn't quite sure why she bothered. She supposed it gave her something to do in an otherwise privileged but massively dull life.

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