Paula

Paula looked at the slip of paper in her hand again.
No, there was no mistake, this was the right address, but the place was looking kind of closed down.
It was, or rather, it had until recently been a bar, but now both windows were covered in plywood. But the door was slightly ajar. She entered, calling out testing “hello..?”
There was no immediate response. All the furniture was still in place but covered in clear plastic. The place had been a bar until a few days ago; a brew pub, but much to her surprise, it was not in business at the moment.
Then why in the world were they still searching for staff, and why had the manager, some European guy arranged a meeting with her, here, today?
Without really thinking, she closed the door behind her. It was just a weekend job anyway, so it was no big deal. But still, she didn´t like to be kept a fool. She could use those extra bucks, too!
The lights were on, and there was buckets of paint just inside the door, but all the shelves behind the bar were still stocked with bottles. She went up to the bar and tapped the brass-covered top with her keys.
“Anyone here?…Hello..?”