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She sets my latte down and then reaches under the counter to bring out a business card, placing it next to my mug. “Have you ever heard of AngelaCroydon?”
I nod.The Angela Croydon Showis a cooking program that plays in the afternoons on the local news station. When I was a kid, I’d watch it every time I stayed home sick fromschool.
“She comes in here from time to time,” Mel explains. “The other day she was telling me that she’s been looking for an assistant, specifically someone to start up her social media accounts and run them for her. She asked if any of the customers I know here are journalism students who might be interested in the job, but I told her about you and how keen on bloggingyouare.”
“I don’t have any real experience with that,” Iprotest.
“To be honest, neither does she. She said she’s pretty out of touch with technology, but she wants to be more relevant for her viewers. All she’s really looking for is someone with decent writing skills who has a basic understanding of social media marketing. You’ve told me about all the research you’ve put into blogging, Hailey. I think this might just be a perfectmatch.”
“I don’t know. I really don’t think I’d bequalified.”
“Well, Angela said she’d like to hear from you. You could send her some writing samples and see what shethinks.”
I nod and pick up the business card, flipping it over in my hands. A big group of customers walk in and Mel has to spend the next few minutes collecting orders. I take the opportunity to check myphone.
I have fourteen new texts and two voicemails. Trisha has texted me three times asking where I went and if I’m okay. Steve has sent several apologies followed by long strings of question marks. The rest of the texts and the two calls are fromJordan.
I consider slipping the phone back into my bag and ignoring it for the rest of my life, locking this whole ordeal away in a SIM card I’ll throw out the first chanceIget.
Instead I tie my hair up, square my shoulders, and punch in the number for myvoicemail.
