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Chapter Three

The next day, I tried to apply to Target, WalMart, even a fast food chain. I was overqualified for all of them.Then why can’t I get a job,my thoughts were hounding me. I was sinking fast.

It had been three days since the interview, and I tried my best to forget every second of it. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. And I had some over my thirty-five years. People like that were clearly way out of my league. I wasn’t even sure I had a league beyond my daughters.

My phone rang. I looked at the screen but no number was on it, just “Blocked” on the screen, yelling at me.

I picked it up, swiped to answer, and put it against my ear hesitantly. “Hello?”

“Miss Genevieve Rose?” the woman asked.It is a bill collector for sure.

“Yes?”

“This is Kimberly Smith from Mr. Kristoff Baldwin’s office…”

Ah, here we go. Another rejection. Might as well hear it live. I’ve heard it my whole life… closures are healthy.

“Yes, hello,” I answered politely, ready for all this to be done and behind me.

“Hi,” Kimberly said. “Mr. Baldwin would like to invite you to a follow-up interview. It is scheduled for next Monday. Will that work for you?”

No,I thought. “Yes,” I answered. I had to get something. And this was the first time in the past five months I even got to the second interview.

“I just emailed you the specifics,” the woman continued. “Please read over the documents, bring a signed copy of it with you next Monday and let me know if you have any questions.”

“Thanks.” My voice sounded choked, and Kimberly hung up on the other side.

Like a zombie, I walked over to my laptop, and got to my emails. I noticed right away the one that Mrs. Smith referenced. I opened the first attachment, and it was a rather standard document, confidentiality contract with the employment terms. I clicked the print icon and sent the document to the printer.

Curiously, I went to the second attachment and opened it, wondering if it’s a job description that outlines the duties. Right at that moment, my youngest two ran into the room arguing.

“What is going on?” I asked and signed out of my email.

“Sierra took my Belle princess dress up? It is my turn to be a princess.” I shook my head.

“Mine,” my youngest replied.

“Come on girls,” I tried to keep the peace. “You have to learn to share. Sierra, give your sister a turn and then she’ll give it back.”

“No, I won't,” Saoirse stated seriously, both to me and Sierra. “That was my gift from Santa.” Of course she would remember. As bad as my memory was, I could always count on Saoirse to remind me of what I forgot.

“Well, you two have to share. That’s just how it is in this house.” They both looked at me mad and stormed off unhappy with my solution.

Quickly glancing at the clock, I noted I had an hour before I had to pick up my eldest daughter, so I called Betty.

“Gemma!” Betty exclaimed. “I’ve been trying to call you for the past few days!”

I was biting my lip, nervous. “They called me for the follow up interview.”

“Oh my God!” Betty was squealing like a little girl. “Iknewit!”

“Betty… you were not joking. The man is hot. I don’t think I ever felt so nervous, and I am not sure if it’s my desperation to get the job or the fact that he is too good looking.”

“So you like him?” Betty asked excitedly.

“I’m not sure. More like he makes me nervous.” I answered honestly. “I felt like jumping his bones which is horrible, so unlike me. I wish I had other job possibilities. I don’t think I would like working for someone like this guy. He seems too intense, and I’d be on eggshells every day.”

Betty let out an exasperated sigh. “Gemma, you seriously have to loosen up. If you want to fuck him, do it. You need some of that right now. Just because he makes you nervous, it doesn’t mean it is a bad thing.”

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