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noticed a police officer near the job posting board. He pinned a red square business card on the board, and as he
walked away, I walked over to the board and read the card, “looking for a part time secretary at night at the precinct, contact
David Hearns.” I grabbed the card and slipped it into my purse as discreetly as I could. I called the number that night and got the answering machine for the precinct.
“This message is for David Hearns. I’m interested in the job. Call me back at 610-555-7677.” I was disappointed that I couldn’t speak to anyone, so I decided to call Vivian for a little pep talk.
“Hey, guess what?”
“What?” I could hear her chewing on some chips.
“I applied for a job.”
“Really? Where?”
“In a police precinct.”
“A what? Why?”
“Viv, I need a job.”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“I said in a precinct. I didn’t say I was a cop.” I giggled but she stayed silent.
“Well…just be careful. When can I visit?”
“As soon as I get a job so I can treat you to dinner in a fancy New York restaurant.” We both laughed.
“Well, I better get some sleep. Back to job searching tomorrow. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Night, Viv.”
“Okay…good luck. I hope they call you. Night, Jen.”
The next morning, the phone rang around seven. I must have passed out because I didn’t recall having a nightmare. The phone starting to ring again and I picked it up sleepily.
“Yeah, I got a phone call last night from this number. You interested in the job?” A loud obnoxious voice at the other end of the phone said abruptly.
“Hello? I’m sorry; I think you have the wrong number,” I said drowsily and uninterested.
“Well, did you call the precinct or not?” the man’s voice barked loudly. The precinct…I remembered. I quickly jumped up and sat up in the bed and said, “Oh my God! Yes, yes! I did call, I’m so sorry!” I nervously pulled the sheets off of me and jumped out of bed.
“Okay, so…are you still interested? Can you come in later, say around, three for an interview?” he said impatiently. I could hear him tapping on something through the phone.
“Yes, of course, I’ll be there.” My voice changed from nervous to relieved.
“Do you need the address?” he asked.
“No, it’s on the card. Thank you.”
Things are looking up, I thought to myself. A potential job in the making and I needed it so badly. My student loans at Penn State were close to two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and I spent one hundred and fifty thousand dollars to pay most of it, and John Jay was going to take the rest.
I was afraid. Afraid I wouldn’t have money to live. I looked through my closet and chose a black silk buttoned down blouse and a long beige skirt. I wore my very comfortable Clark’s low-heeled shoes. I grabbed my purse, my coat and hat and walked down the stairs carefully making sure I
lifted my skirt not to trip over it. I hailed for a cab as the December chill crept up my skirt sending shivers through my lightly covered legs. I was keeping my fingers crossed in the cab ride all the way there. God, please let him hire me, I’m desperate…desperate.
We arrived at the precinct and when I got out of the cab, I dropped my purse and all of its contents went flying in different directions on the sidewalk.
“Dammit!” I mumbled.
“Here, let me help you,” the voice of a handsome, tall man blew into my ear. He bent down to help me grab my belongings. His beautiful blue eyes shocked my system, and I dropped my compact mirror on the floor again and it shattered into tiny pieces on the sidewalk.
“Whoa…be careful.” He grabbed my hand to lift me to stand.
“Thank you.” My eyes were set on his. He smiled at me and bent down again and continued to pick up my lip-gloss and keys.
“Here you go…” He gently handed me my lip-gloss and keys. I grabbed my purse and placed everything back inside.
“Thanks, I really had a hard
walked away, I walked over to the board and read the card, “looking for a part time secretary at night at the precinct, contact
David Hearns.” I grabbed the card and slipped it into my purse as discreetly as I could. I called the number that night and got the answering machine for the precinct.
“This message is for David Hearns. I’m interested in the job. Call me back at 610-555-7677.” I was disappointed that I couldn’t speak to anyone, so I decided to call Vivian for a little pep talk.
“Hey, guess what?”
“What?” I could hear her chewing on some chips.
“I applied for a job.”
“Really? Where?”
“In a police precinct.”
“A what? Why?”
“Viv, I need a job.”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“I said in a precinct. I didn’t say I was a cop.” I giggled but she stayed silent.
“Well…just be careful. When can I visit?”
“As soon as I get a job so I can treat you to dinner in a fancy New York restaurant.” We both laughed.
“Well, I better get some sleep. Back to job searching tomorrow. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Night, Viv.”
“Okay…good luck. I hope they call you. Night, Jen.”
The next morning, the phone rang around seven. I must have passed out because I didn’t recall having a nightmare. The phone starting to ring again and I picked it up sleepily.
“Yeah, I got a phone call last night from this number. You interested in the job?” A loud obnoxious voice at the other end of the phone said abruptly.
“Hello? I’m sorry; I think you have the wrong number,” I said drowsily and uninterested.
“Well, did you call the precinct or not?” the man’s voice barked loudly. The precinct…I remembered. I quickly jumped up and sat up in the bed and said, “Oh my God! Yes, yes! I did call, I’m so sorry!” I nervously pulled the sheets off of me and jumped out of bed.
“Okay, so…are you still interested? Can you come in later, say around, three for an interview?” he said impatiently. I could hear him tapping on something through the phone.
“Yes, of course, I’ll be there.” My voice changed from nervous to relieved.
“Do you need the address?” he asked.
“No, it’s on the card. Thank you.”
Things are looking up, I thought to myself. A potential job in the making and I needed it so badly. My student loans at Penn State were close to two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and I spent one hundred and fifty thousand dollars to pay most of it, and John Jay was going to take the rest.
I was afraid. Afraid I wouldn’t have money to live. I looked through my closet and chose a black silk buttoned down blouse and a long beige skirt. I wore my very comfortable Clark’s low-heeled shoes. I grabbed my purse, my coat and hat and walked down the stairs carefully making sure I
lifted my skirt not to trip over it. I hailed for a cab as the December chill crept up my skirt sending shivers through my lightly covered legs. I was keeping my fingers crossed in the cab ride all the way there. God, please let him hire me, I’m desperate…desperate.
We arrived at the precinct and when I got out of the cab, I dropped my purse and all of its contents went flying in different directions on the sidewalk.
“Dammit!” I mumbled.
“Here, let me help you,” the voice of a handsome, tall man blew into my ear. He bent down to help me grab my belongings. His beautiful blue eyes shocked my system, and I dropped my compact mirror on the floor again and it shattered into tiny pieces on the sidewalk.
“Whoa…be careful.” He grabbed my hand to lift me to stand.
“Thank you.” My eyes were set on his. He smiled at me and bent down again and continued to pick up my lip-gloss and keys.
“Here you go…” He gently handed me my lip-gloss and keys. I grabbed my purse and placed everything back inside.
“Thanks, I really had a hard
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