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I let the curtain fall back in place and headed to my bedroom. I grabbed a pair of sweats and a T-shirt and threw them on quickly. I tied my hair up haphazardly into a messy bun, slipped on a pair of flip-flops, and grabbed my purse. Yeah, I wasn’t trying to win a beauty contest right now. And anyway, the diner we were meeting at didn’t have a dress code. In fact, a lot of the customers that frequented it either worked the night shift and looked like zombies or were just trying to find a place to kill some time.
And that’s what I was looking for. Killing some time and bitching to my best friend about all the worries that weighed me down. Good thing he was a great listener.
CHAPTER FOUR
Olive
The sound of my alarm dinging had me groaning and turning my head more into the pillow. There was another ding, and I buried my head farther into its fluffiness. I had nowhere to be, no one to talk to, and sleeping until noon sounded pretty incredible right about now.
But as I lay there, wanting to sleep, I found myself wide awake. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I’d gotten in late after having coffee with Michael, and although I’d had two cups of the most caffeinated coffee in the world, I’d crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I reached over for my phone. I was an adult and should probably do adult things, right?
I saw the alerts from my email and opened the app. The first one I saw was junk, something about pleasing my woman with a new erectile dysfunction pill.
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 felta 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 satat 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.”
