Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Delete.
The next one was from a sex shop telling me I was chosen to get fifty percent off one item.
Delete… although…. Nope, delete.
The next one was a message from one of the emails I’d sent out yesterday with my resume. I shot up in bed, adrenaline instantly pumping through my body.
I opened up the email and started scanning it.
Dear Miss…
We received your resume…
Mrs. Lane would like to set up an interview…
I felt a smile grow on my face. A reply back this fast had to be good news, right?
I needed a cup of coffee and a shower—and not in that order—before I replied to schedule an interview.
I closed out the email, feeling my grin spread. And then I saw two more emails for an interview. I flopped back on the bed, my arms outstretched on either side of me, my hair fanned out around my head, and no doubt this stupid, silly grin across my face. Three resumes sent out. Three interviews up for grabs.
Things might very well be looking up for me.
Now I just had to crawl out of bed, get ready for the day, and conquer the world.
I sat at the bar and watched as Michael did his thing flirting with the customers and raking in the tips. He was an entertainer. There was no other word that could accurately describe him.
I took the straw and placed it between my lips, sucking until I tasted my drink. There was an extra kick in it thanks to Michael. I’d gone shopping for a new dress suit, not one I could really afford, but with three interviews lined up in the next few days, I wanted to look my best.
You had to play the part if you wanted the part.
The music was loud, but it wasn’t that New Age pop stuff all the kids were listening to. What played overhead was from the late ‘90s... from when I was in school. It brought me back to the old days where everything was about hemp necklaces, keeping your Tamagotchi alive, and the age where there were no cell phones, and AOL and pretending to be someone famous in chat rooms was what everyone did.
“Wonderwall” by Oasis started playing, and Michael looked over at me with wide eyes and a massive grin. He pointed at me and I chuckled. This was his jam, had been since the moment I met him. I watched him work the bar, pouring shots, mixing drinks, and singing to the song.
Michael was dance-walking over to me, the grin still in place.
He belted out the lyrics, and I was dying of laughter, because he was being so extra. He leaned against the counter on his forearms, his light-green eyes crinkled at the corners.
“You ready for your interview tomorrow?”
I nodded, although I was a nervous wreck. Two interviews in one day. I had to be insane, right? “To be honest, I’m not very confident.”
He scoffed as if what I said was silly. “You got this, Olive. You’re smart and you know your shit. If they don’t hire you, I don’t know what they’re looking for in an employee.” His expression was serious.
“Yeah, but it’s not like I have a whole lot of experience, and to be fired certainly doesn’t look good on a resume.”
He shrugged, acting like it wasn’t an issue at all. Michael had been at the same job for the past five years. He had job security. Unless this place went belly-up, Michael had a job. Hell, the owners thought of him as family.
“Listen, if things don’t work out with these interviews, it’s not the end of the world.”
That was easy enough for him to say.
He started wiping down the bar but kept glancing at me. “I’m serious, Olive. You’ll find a job. This is a big city, and lots of people need skilled, intelligent employees. And that’s what you are tenfold.”
I smiled, because I didn’t know what to say to that. Michael was very optimistic. Always. He was also always there for me. And that went a long way in making my confidence rise.
Michael went off to help a customer, and I sensed someone sit beside me. I glanced to my left and saw an older man take a seat, a smile on his face.
“Hey.”
I could barely hear him, but I read his lips, so I just nodded and smiled back.
He looked old enough to be my dad, with creases at the corners of his eyes, and his skin tanned and weathered as if he was out in the sun a lot. He had salt-and-pepper coloring at his temples, and a nose that looked like it had been broken once or twice.
He leaned in close and I smelled a potent, concentrated whiff of his cologne.
“Hi.” I gave him a friendly smile but didn’t engage.
“I noticed you’re here alone.”