I needed to find another job and a place to live. Then I could focus on what to do about my stupid heart.
Satisfied? Yeah, I’m talking to you, heart. Now leave me alone.
“You still looking for another job, Everly?” Julie asked as she rounded the counter, tying her apron in place.
I jumped and looked around me. Had she just read my thoughts? Your breath stank. No reaction. Phew.
“Um, yeah. You know of something?” I focused on filling the pastries, not wanting to appear desperate. But I was. I’d literally take anything at this point. Nothing could be weirder than the jobs I’d already had.
“Actually, I do. My sister told me about this ad she saw online looking for a companion. We thought it was a joke, but she filled it out and got a call for an interview.”
“Oh well, if your sister applied for it, I don’t want to compete against her.”
Julie shook her head. “She didn’t get it. Apparently, she wasn’t right for it, but I think you might be.”
I leaned against the counter and crossed my arms as I observed her. “Why?” I asked, curious about what kind of job I’d be suitable for, but not her sister. She pulled out her phone and moved closer.
“Here, take a look.”
Female companion wanted for a week-long cruise to attend mandatory work functions. The ideal companion will have/be the following:
Outgoing and friendly
Well-versed in fine dining etiquette
Able to hold conversations with strangers
Willing to pretend to fake date the client
Understand confidentiality
Able to be gone for a week