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didn't know what to say. The truth was I really did just see it as a way to get my foot into the door, but shoot me for being ambitious. I gave Rosie the most professional look I could muster. "Because I will work hard, and I really want it."
"Okay. Thank you for coming."
I left feeling a little deflated. When I got back to Destiny's I went online and applied for a few more jobs—just in case I didn't get the News24 one. If I didn't get a job before the end of summer, I was going to scream.
***
All my stress was unnecessary, and the additional jobs I applied for were a waste of time, because I got the News24 job! Rosie called me on Tuesday afternoon to break the news, and I screamed. I know I said I'd scream if I didn't get a job, but a scream was a perfectly suitable response to getting one, too. I was on my way to corporate success. I might even start my own business one day, after I decided what kind of business I wanted to start. It was my long-term goal to become a financially independent, self-sufficient woman!
I wondered whether to call Harvey like he'd asked me to.
"He told you to call. Right?" Destiny asked in exasperation, after I moaned about it over and over. We were in the kitchen, and she was making a chicken soup for tea.
I smoothed out the napkin on which Harvey had written his number. "Yeah," I said half-heartedly.
"So what's the big deal?"
"He's a manger. I don't want him to think I'm trying to suck up and get into his good books."
"He told you to call," Destiny repeated, tasting her soup and adding a little black pepper.
"I know."
Destiny rolled her eyes. "It's up to you whether you call or not, but you're making a really big deal out of it."
"You'd understand if you saw him. The man is sexy as sin."
Destiny raised her eyebrows. "Ah. Now the truth comes out."
I shrugged. "He really is, Destiny. He probably has women all over him. I don't want him thinking I'm trying to get with him."
"Why would he think that if he was the one who gave you his number and told you to call?"
I threw my hands up in frustration. "This conversation is starting to give me a headache. We're just going round in circles!"
I left the napkin on the table and went to my room. It was still there when I shuffled into the kitchen at midday on Wednesday. I couldn't believe I'd slept all morning.
I grabbed my phone and punched in Harvey's number quickly, not giving myself the chance to overanalyse it.
"Hello?"
Hmm, that smooth voice of his! I gave myself a mental shake. "Hi Harvey, it's Drew. You gave me your number on Saturday?"
"Hey, Drew. How'd your interview go?" he asked.
"I got the job."
"For real?"
"You sound surprised."
"Yeah, because I know who interviewed you." Harvey chuckled. "Rosie is hard to please. She usually hires men, or very old women."
"Really? Why?"
"She says she can't work with airheads."
"So you're saying I'm an airhead?"
"No, but I thought that Rosie might classify you as one."
"Thanks," I said sarcastically.
"So, when do you start?" Harvey asked.
"Next month."
"That's right; I start a week, or two, before you."
"Oh, so you haven't even started your job there yet?"
"Not properly. I go in two days a week to follow the current manager around and pick up some pointers about the job. I start properly in May."
"Are you still with Oxford in the meantime?"
"Only one day a week now that formal classes have finished for the year. It's good because it means I have more time for some of my hobbies."
I was interested. "What hobbies?"
"I renovate."
Just then, Destiny staggered into the kitchen, looking like death. She was about to speak, but I slapped a hand over her mouth. "Houses?" I asked Harvey.
"Yeah."
"Oh. That's nice."
Destiny prised my hand away from her mouth and glared at me. I gave her a pleading look.
"Well, congratulations, Drew," Harvey said. "I hope you enjoy working for News24."
"I'm sure I will. Thank you."
There was a click, and then I heard the dialling tone. I
"Okay. Thank you for coming."
I left feeling a little deflated. When I got back to Destiny's I went online and applied for a few more jobs—just in case I didn't get the News24 one. If I didn't get a job before the end of summer, I was going to scream.
***
All my stress was unnecessary, and the additional jobs I applied for were a waste of time, because I got the News24 job! Rosie called me on Tuesday afternoon to break the news, and I screamed. I know I said I'd scream if I didn't get a job, but a scream was a perfectly suitable response to getting one, too. I was on my way to corporate success. I might even start my own business one day, after I decided what kind of business I wanted to start. It was my long-term goal to become a financially independent, self-sufficient woman!
I wondered whether to call Harvey like he'd asked me to.
"He told you to call. Right?" Destiny asked in exasperation, after I moaned about it over and over. We were in the kitchen, and she was making a chicken soup for tea.
I smoothed out the napkin on which Harvey had written his number. "Yeah," I said half-heartedly.
"So what's the big deal?"
"He's a manger. I don't want him to think I'm trying to suck up and get into his good books."
"He told you to call," Destiny repeated, tasting her soup and adding a little black pepper.
"I know."
Destiny rolled her eyes. "It's up to you whether you call or not, but you're making a really big deal out of it."
"You'd understand if you saw him. The man is sexy as sin."
Destiny raised her eyebrows. "Ah. Now the truth comes out."
I shrugged. "He really is, Destiny. He probably has women all over him. I don't want him thinking I'm trying to get with him."
"Why would he think that if he was the one who gave you his number and told you to call?"
I threw my hands up in frustration. "This conversation is starting to give me a headache. We're just going round in circles!"
I left the napkin on the table and went to my room. It was still there when I shuffled into the kitchen at midday on Wednesday. I couldn't believe I'd slept all morning.
I grabbed my phone and punched in Harvey's number quickly, not giving myself the chance to overanalyse it.
"Hello?"
Hmm, that smooth voice of his! I gave myself a mental shake. "Hi Harvey, it's Drew. You gave me your number on Saturday?"
"Hey, Drew. How'd your interview go?" he asked.
"I got the job."
"For real?"
"You sound surprised."
"Yeah, because I know who interviewed you." Harvey chuckled. "Rosie is hard to please. She usually hires men, or very old women."
"Really? Why?"
"She says she can't work with airheads."
"So you're saying I'm an airhead?"
"No, but I thought that Rosie might classify you as one."
"Thanks," I said sarcastically.
"So, when do you start?" Harvey asked.
"Next month."
"That's right; I start a week, or two, before you."
"Oh, so you haven't even started your job there yet?"
"Not properly. I go in two days a week to follow the current manager around and pick up some pointers about the job. I start properly in May."
"Are you still with Oxford in the meantime?"
"Only one day a week now that formal classes have finished for the year. It's good because it means I have more time for some of my hobbies."
I was interested. "What hobbies?"
"I renovate."
Just then, Destiny staggered into the kitchen, looking like death. She was about to speak, but I slapped a hand over her mouth. "Houses?" I asked Harvey.
"Yeah."
"Oh. That's nice."
Destiny prised my hand away from her mouth and glared at me. I gave her a pleading look.
"Well, congratulations, Drew," Harvey said. "I hope you enjoy working for News24."
"I'm sure I will. Thank you."
There was a click, and then I heard the dialling tone. I
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