Chapter 157
“Hello?”
“How did your job interview go, honey?” my mother’s soft voice asks on the other end of the phone. “It looks promising. They said they’ll call me in two weeks.” I maneuver my car out of the parking lot.
I’ve been job hunting for the last three months with no prospects at all. I got fired from my last secretarial job when Mrs. Donald caught Mr. Donald trying to seduce me. Allan Donald is a true gentleman, That is, he was before his usual cocktail concoction of gin and brandy for breakfast. Then he became a little comfortable. It wasn’t the first time I had slapped his hand away, but this time, Carla Donald was there to witness it and fired me on the spot.
“I called because Patricia’s back in town and wants you to join us for lunch at The Four Seasons.”
Patricia Tatum is my godmother as well as my mother’s best friend since they were in diapers. She married Hugh Tatum, a very well-known import/export business man who is also a major financial backer for Hollywood blockbuster films.
“What time? It’s almost noon.” I glance back at the clock on the dashboard.
“Well, yes, dear, we need you to meet us right now.” My mom sounds a tad urgent.
“Sure. See you in a bit.” It’s almost lunchtime and my stomach growls.
A simple lunch at The Four Seasons would just be super!
What could possibly go wrong?