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different from
     my previous job of occupying my parent’s couch and watching the Kardashians .
    Inside of the large gray building with their signature black roof and red trim, around
     thirty employees, give or take, with three engine builders occupied the space.
    When you walked into the building there was a showroom front and center with two NASCAR
     Cup cars and a handful of sprint cars. About fifty feet into the showroom was another
     set of large glass doors with polished stainless steel handles that led you to either
     building. To the right was JAR Racing. To the left, CST Engines.
    Once inside, the layout was open. If you looked to the left there was another series
     of glass windows and a door that led downstairs to where the engine builders worked.
    As you walked inside the space, to the right was Jameson’s office, which I happened
     to sit right outside of.
    When I interviewed for the job he told me I’d be doing ordering, answering phones
     and working with a few different manufacturers to be sure their orders got in. They’d
     recently took over doing crate engines for USAC series and needed to expand. That’s
     where they needed the extra help around here.
    Though Jameson hired me, he told me early on I was to do whatever Bailey needed. Naturally,
     ninety percent of the employees had the last name of Riley.
    Guess what Bailey’s last name was?
    Yeah, hard to guess, huh?
    Inside the doors of CST Engines was some interesting people to say the least. I got
     there at nine that morning and met a handful of people. Jameson wasn’t there yet but
     Bailey was the first to greet me.
    Once I was inside, Charlie didn’t waste much time getting upstairs that morning to
     greet me on my first day.
    “Hey!” he said, all smiles and cheerful, two things I never am in the morning.
    “Wanna meet the guys I work with?” He seemed excited.
    “Sure … why not.” I tried to put as much enthusiasm into my tone as I could but remember,
     two things I’m not in the morning; smiley and cheerful. He introduced me to Olivia,
     a tall slender girl with black hair and tattoos. I would befriend her. I was sure
     of that.
    No one else was around so he took me downstairs where the shop was.
    I’d already met Noah. I’ve known Charlie for a while and so naturally, I knew his
     twin brother. I’d say the drunk side of me knew Noah a little better, too.
    Yeah. I slept with him.
    But it was something like two years ago at a high school party and I couldn’t tell
     you much about the experience. Charlie probably knew more than I did, only he refused
     to talk about it.
    For a while I thought Charlie might have had a thing for me. But he never made a move
     so neither did I. Besides, Charlie wasn’t my type. He was cute with thick dark hair
     that fell hopelessly into piercing blue eyes, I’ll give him that but we weren’t really
     a match. I couldn’t explain why, we just weren’t.
    Anyways, we were friends since I was sixteen when I met him through my Uncle Tate
     and then later in school when I was your average girl who got picked on. Charlie was
     a senior when I was a sophomore and kind of took me under his wing. For a girl like
     me that was appreciated because I wasn’t exactly popular. I was awkward.
    As we walked downstairs, I tried to be graceful and not barrel roll down them.
    Only problem was they were metal and had those stupid heel sucking rivets in them
     and my heel got stuck and I face planted on the concrete floor. It wasn’t my most
     graceful moment, but let’s be real, I was stably-challenged anyways. There really
     was no hope.
    When I did manage to right my footing and gain some control over myself, I took in
     the shop. Inside the large space with vaulted ceilings were five tool boxes, each
     one pushed up against gray walls. Surrounding them were work benches, tool carts with
     engine parts and engine hoists. To the far right was a room that led to a long hallway
     with the words Restroom and