Page 3 of Executives' Omega
“In the kitchen,” I answered.
She walked in a few seconds later. There was a pause, then, “Really?”
I held up my bandaged hand.
She sighed. “What was it this time?”
I shrugged. “I think a knife I used earlier. I’m pretty sure nothing’s broken in there.”
She shook her head and grabbed a mug from the cabinet, dunked it into the water, then poured it into the other side of the sink.
I almost groaned at how easily she solved the problem of the sink being full to overflowing. I would have mopped up the mess after removing the stopper. A few mug fulls later and she rolled up a sleeve before plunging her arm into the water.
The sound of the water draining, then she laughed. “How the hell did you manage to cut yourself on a butter knife?”
I did groan that time. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
She shook her head. “I bought groceries. How about you put them away while I finish doing the dishes?”
“But they’re my dishes.”
“You’ve already hurt yourself once today. I didn’t buy anything breakable, so that’s the safer task.”
I sighed and trudged to the dining table, where she’d set several bags. I loaded my arms with them and carried them to the pantry, where I started putting the groceries away.
“How was your day?” I asked as a stack of cans tried to topple out onto the floor, despite having been balanced before I opened the pantry.
“Same as every other day,” she laughed. “Fancy coffees for everybody. Luckily no big jerks today.”
“That’s something,” I replied as I dropped bags of beans and rice into their assigned bin.
“How was yours?”
I sighed. “Long… and the job postings still suck.”
“Oh, that reminds me…”
“Of what?”
“One of my regulars seemed particularly stressed this morning. Apparently, his assistant was on vacation last week and met her fated mate. She’s moving in a few weeks and they need to fill the position as soon as possible.”
“Ok…” I trailed off, glancing over to see if her expression gave me any clues as to what she was getting at.
She turned from the sink and stared at me. “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Aren’t you going to ask where to put in an application?”
“I… umm…”
“It’ll be a good fit for you. Consulting firm or something. Most of the job is supporting the boss. Good benefits too, which are hard to find in a small business.”
“I dunno…”
She dried her hands, then strode over, fists on her hips. “No. You’ve been moping about the shitty job prospects for weeks. Besides…” she smirked. “I already told them to expect an application from you.”
“You what!”
