Page 36 of By His Rule

My stomach sinks. She’s calling to thank me for my application but to let me know that I’ve been unlucky this time.

Honestly, the call is not necessary.

Although, I can’t help but think that Kian would probably love to be the one to make it. I can almost hear the amusement in his voice as he explains that I won’t be a Callahan Enterprises employee anytime soon, or ever.

I should cut the call and get on with my life. But my curiosity gets the best of me, and instead of shutting it down, I swipe the screen.

“Hello?” I ask, cringing that I once again sound half asleep when speaking to this woman.

At least I’m not hungover this time…

“Hi, Lorelei, it’s Rebecca from?—”

“Hi Rebecca, how are you?” I ask politely, interrupting her full introduction.

“I’m good, thank you. I’m calling with news that I hope will make your day brighter.”

My brows pinch and I sit up on the couch.

“Y-you are?”

“Congratulations, Lorelei. I’m thrilled to tell you that your application has been successful.”

“I-I’m sorry. My w-what has what?”

Rebecca chuckles down the line.

“Your application for finance assistant,” she explains as if there’s a chance I’ve forgotten about the mortifying experience.

“B-but?—”

“I know this is last minute again, but I understand you’re available to start immediately?”

“I—” I swallow, giving myself a moment to gather my thoughts.

What the fuck is happening right now?

My interview was up there with some of the worst of all time.

How am I being offered the job?

How fucking awful must the other candidates have been?

“Yes, I’m available.”

“Fantastic. I have a few things to go through with you, and I’m going to need you to send me copies of your ID, but as long as everything is in place, how do you feel about starting the day after tomorrow?”

“Th-Thursday? This Thursday?” I stutter.

Honestly, if she had a concern about making me this offer, she really should now. I am not behaving like a Callahan Enterprises employee.

All of them are so confident and self-assured. I’m nothing but a bumbling idiot right now.

“Is that okay? I’m sure we could wait until next week if?—”

“No,” I blurt as I hop to my feet. “Thursday is perfect.”

I try to listen to everything she explains to me after that, but honestly, most of it goes in one ear and out the other.

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