Page 70 of The Invitation
She laughs. “I know. Settle down.” She takes another drink, her red lipstick imprinting on the glass. “Anyway, Jeremiah and Tate went to pick up food, and Carys and I stayed back and talked. That poor girl …” She laughs again, shaking her head.
“What about her?”
“She’s getting trashed by men left and right. Her stories have made me chuckle all day. I told her she's too nice for the men she's trying to date, and that she either has to toughen up or find a new type.”
I open my computer and unlock it. “What’s her type?”
“Tate, but older and edgier.”
“Why doesn’t she just date Tate and put a leather jacket on him? He’ll be older in a few years.”
Sutton rummages around my pantry and pulls out a box of cookies. “She’ll never date Tate. And I don’t think Tate would ever date her. They’re literally the same person, except one has a dick. I think if I brought up fucking Tate, Carys might puke.”
“Okay, probably not a love connection then.”
“Definitely not.”
I open my email, and my heart starts to race. A message from an hour ago sits at the top of my inbox.
“I’m so glad I’m not dating anymore,” Sutton says. “I like this era of picking out furniture and wedding invites way better than?—”
“Sutton!” My hand clamps over my mouth as I read the rest of the message. “I got a job.”
“You did?”
I read the email aloud to her, bouncing on my feet like a child. “Sincerely, Todd Downing, Downing Enterprises.”
I squeal, jumping into Sutton’s arms and hugging her.
“This is amazing,” she says, pulling away. Her face is lit up like Christmas as she peruses the attachments to the email.“That offer is phenomenal, Georgia. The benefits alone would have me saying yes, even if I wasn’t getting that salary.”
“I know.” I glance over my shoulder.Yup, the email is real.“I’m just … shocked.But so happy.”
“And I’m so happy for you. I knew you’d get something as soon as the universe found a job worthy of you.”
I blush.
“I’m coming back tonight with cake. We’re celebrating,” she says. “But right now, you need to accept that offer and I need to get back to work. Don’t make plans for tonight. I’ll be here around six.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Love you. See you then.”
“Bye,” I say, watching her walk out the door.
The email is maximized on the screen, each word easily visible. I read through it again, just to be sure. It’s almost too good to be true.
Dear Ms. Hayes,
We are pleased to formally offer you the position of Media Relations Specialist. Our offer includes a salary and benefits package detailed in the attachment to this email. Your expected start date is two weeks from the date of receipt of your signed contract (also attached). Please respond by within ten business days.
In the meantime, please feel free to contact me via email or phone, should you have any questions.
We look forward to having you on our team.
Best regards,
Todd Downing
