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longer, but finally decided to take her uncle’s advice.
She decided to call the number Kerry had slipped her before she had left his office. She sighed as she typed each of the numbers written on the card. The phone rang three times before she got nervous and hung up. Mercedes shook her head. She couldn’t bring herself to call him. Suddenly her cell phone went off. She frowned; he was calling her back. After taking a deep breath and allowing the phone to ring at least three times, she answered, “Hello?”
“This is Kerry O’Brian. I received a call from this number?” he questioned, although the playfulness in his voice told Mercedes that he knew exactly who he was talking to. She hated that.
“Yes, this is Mercedes Mercado,” she said.
“Mercedes! I did not expect to hear back from you so quickly,” he said.
“Yes, well your offer was very persuasive,” she said, “I would love to come work for Brian O’Brian Enterprises as your foreman.”
“Wonderful!” his voice was quite excitable. “Tell me, Miss Mercedes, are you available this evening?”
“Yes,” she said.
“I will have my driver come pick you up. Let’s have dinner and get this paperwork signed,” he said.
“Actually, if you don’t mind, Kerry, I have a cab driver I’ve grown attached to. I’ll just take the cab,” she said. Yury had been so incredibly kind; she figured people who worked hard to ensure their customers were happy, even if it was just a taxi driver, deserved to have repeat customers. Her father had always been adamant about customer satisfaction, and there was a hint of her father in the silly Russian driver, Yury.
“Oh?” he laughed, “Give me your driver’s information. I want to pay for your ride.” Mercedes thanked him for the offer and gave up Yury’s information. Kerry laughed, “Is that the same driver Miss Lawrence sent to you this morning?”
“It was.” Mercedes laughed as well, “I guess asking for a certain cab driver is a weird request, isn’t it?”
“Not at all. I’ll be sure to have Mr. Yury pick you up this evening. I’m looking forward to meeting with you again,” Kerry said, and the two of them hung up their phones.
Mercedes, still lying on her back, grunted slightly. What should I wear , she wondered and forced herself to stand. She had no idea where they were having dinner, but a man like Kerry would surly take her to some high-end place. She hurried to her bedroom and cringed at the wrinkled piles of dirty clothes. “When was the last time I did laundry?” she grunted and began sorting through everything, desperately trying to find something suitable to wear to dinner. She did not want to wear the suit; it was uncomfortable and did not fit her quite right.
She found a few dresses, but could not tell if they were suitable in the wrinkled condition they were in. “Laundry day it is, I guess,” she muttered and finished sorting through the mountains of filth. It was not as though she had anything else to do that day before dinner. She changed into some sweats and winced slightly to discover that she had left all the tags on the suit she had worn to meet with Kerry; she hoped that he had not noticed. “Stupid,” she muttered.
Once she was dressed comfortably, Mercedes proceeded to have a full day of laundry. She washed, dried, and actually bothered to hang up her clothes in her closet. She could not remember the last time she had actually seen her bedroom floor. She picked up any trash that had been hidden under clothes and even bothered dusting a bit. Taking a step back, Mercedes admired her handiwork.
Four dresses were laid out on her bed, none of
She decided to call the number Kerry had slipped her before she had left his office. She sighed as she typed each of the numbers written on the card. The phone rang three times before she got nervous and hung up. Mercedes shook her head. She couldn’t bring herself to call him. Suddenly her cell phone went off. She frowned; he was calling her back. After taking a deep breath and allowing the phone to ring at least three times, she answered, “Hello?”
“This is Kerry O’Brian. I received a call from this number?” he questioned, although the playfulness in his voice told Mercedes that he knew exactly who he was talking to. She hated that.
“Yes, this is Mercedes Mercado,” she said.
“Mercedes! I did not expect to hear back from you so quickly,” he said.
“Yes, well your offer was very persuasive,” she said, “I would love to come work for Brian O’Brian Enterprises as your foreman.”
“Wonderful!” his voice was quite excitable. “Tell me, Miss Mercedes, are you available this evening?”
“Yes,” she said.
“I will have my driver come pick you up. Let’s have dinner and get this paperwork signed,” he said.
“Actually, if you don’t mind, Kerry, I have a cab driver I’ve grown attached to. I’ll just take the cab,” she said. Yury had been so incredibly kind; she figured people who worked hard to ensure their customers were happy, even if it was just a taxi driver, deserved to have repeat customers. Her father had always been adamant about customer satisfaction, and there was a hint of her father in the silly Russian driver, Yury.
“Oh?” he laughed, “Give me your driver’s information. I want to pay for your ride.” Mercedes thanked him for the offer and gave up Yury’s information. Kerry laughed, “Is that the same driver Miss Lawrence sent to you this morning?”
“It was.” Mercedes laughed as well, “I guess asking for a certain cab driver is a weird request, isn’t it?”
“Not at all. I’ll be sure to have Mr. Yury pick you up this evening. I’m looking forward to meeting with you again,” Kerry said, and the two of them hung up their phones.
Mercedes, still lying on her back, grunted slightly. What should I wear , she wondered and forced herself to stand. She had no idea where they were having dinner, but a man like Kerry would surly take her to some high-end place. She hurried to her bedroom and cringed at the wrinkled piles of dirty clothes. “When was the last time I did laundry?” she grunted and began sorting through everything, desperately trying to find something suitable to wear to dinner. She did not want to wear the suit; it was uncomfortable and did not fit her quite right.
She found a few dresses, but could not tell if they were suitable in the wrinkled condition they were in. “Laundry day it is, I guess,” she muttered and finished sorting through the mountains of filth. It was not as though she had anything else to do that day before dinner. She changed into some sweats and winced slightly to discover that she had left all the tags on the suit she had worn to meet with Kerry; she hoped that he had not noticed. “Stupid,” she muttered.
Once she was dressed comfortably, Mercedes proceeded to have a full day of laundry. She washed, dried, and actually bothered to hang up her clothes in her closet. She could not remember the last time she had actually seen her bedroom floor. She picked up any trash that had been hidden under clothes and even bothered dusting a bit. Taking a step back, Mercedes admired her handiwork.
Four dresses were laid out on her bed, none of
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