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day and this night just started.” I giggled flirtatiously.
“It happens.” He nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I’m already late…thanks again.” I walked into the precinct and walked towards the front desk.
The reception from the people inside was typically New York. Everyone stopped and stared at me like I had three heads. I had three strikes against me already; I wasn’t from New York, I didn’t really know my way around the neighborhood, and I got lost and was fifteen minutes late.
“Hi, I’m looking for David Hearns?” I asked the desk officer who seemed to be preoccupied with a crossword puzzle. Then the phone rang and he didn’t even glance up at me once.
“Yeah, wait here,” the desk officer snapped. As I waited for Mr. Hearns, an attractive woman with long brown curly hair and deep brown eyes dressed in her uniform stared at me noticeably irritated. Then, she cracked an uneven smile and answered the phone that rang on her desk.
“Can I help you?” said this tall, very handsome, older gentleman in his late forties…maybe even fifties. His soft oval-shaped brown eyes and long eyelashes to match glanced at me up and down. His dark brown hair was set in waves and his smile was gentle.
“Are you David Hearns?” I asked timidly as my eyes met his.
“Yes, and you are?” he answered with his eyebrows raised.
“You called me this morning and asked me to come in, for the night job?” I said trying to help him recall our morning conversation.
“Oh, yeah, yeah, sure… come on in. Jesse, get us some coffee, will ya? The rest of you, get to work! What the hell are you all staring at? Move!” he said, aggravated. He motioned with his hand for me to follow him to his office.
“Sit. Please… sit down, um, your name again?” he asked, seemingly lost. The very pretty woman walked in, handed me a cup of coffee, and seemed still equally irritated. She left the milk container
and packets of sugar and equal on his desk. The music from the radio on his desk was a little too loud. I glanced towards the radio then answered the question.
“Umm…I didn’t give you my name, its Jenesis. Jenesis Heart,” I answered nervously. The jazz music that was playing had distracted me. I loved the saxophone. It was one of my favorite instruments besides the violin.
“Yes, yes. Jenesis, well, it’s nice to meet you. Milk? Sugar? Equal? Don’t be shy now. Here, let me lower this.” He reached over to the radio and lowered down the music. He offered me the milk
and I poured some into my coffee, and grabbed two packets of equal. I stirred them into the coffee as he spoke.
“I’m looking for someone who can work at night; a part-timer… you know…secretarial work you can say, you know, to do light paperwork? Filing…Are you familiar with computer programs like word, excel, PowerPoint’s? Tell me a little about you,” he rambled on as he asked one hundred
and one questions. His eyes widened with anticipation as he slowly tapped his fingers rhythmically on his desk. I knew he was tapping on something this morning over the phone.
“I majored in forensic science at Penn State, and I just recently moved to New York. I am familiar with all of those programs. I was a bit of a nerd in college. Umm…when you say work at night, do you mean like at six o’clock?”
“Six o’clock? No, no. I mean at ten o’clock. Ten to two in the morning, a little more than a graveyard shift…I guess.” He laughed knowing I felt I was out of my comfort zone.
“Wow, that’s late.” I felt really uncomfortable, and I didn’t want him to notice, but it was too late for that.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” He chuckled.
“No… Pennsylvania, things are kind of slow there. But, that’s okay. I really need the job. I just worry about going home alone. I got lost coming here.” My head lowered in embarrassment. I wanted to crawl under his desk. I was really hoping I
“It happens.” He nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I’m already late…thanks again.” I walked into the precinct and walked towards the front desk.
The reception from the people inside was typically New York. Everyone stopped and stared at me like I had three heads. I had three strikes against me already; I wasn’t from New York, I didn’t really know my way around the neighborhood, and I got lost and was fifteen minutes late.
“Hi, I’m looking for David Hearns?” I asked the desk officer who seemed to be preoccupied with a crossword puzzle. Then the phone rang and he didn’t even glance up at me once.
“Yeah, wait here,” the desk officer snapped. As I waited for Mr. Hearns, an attractive woman with long brown curly hair and deep brown eyes dressed in her uniform stared at me noticeably irritated. Then, she cracked an uneven smile and answered the phone that rang on her desk.
“Can I help you?” said this tall, very handsome, older gentleman in his late forties…maybe even fifties. His soft oval-shaped brown eyes and long eyelashes to match glanced at me up and down. His dark brown hair was set in waves and his smile was gentle.
“Are you David Hearns?” I asked timidly as my eyes met his.
“Yes, and you are?” he answered with his eyebrows raised.
“You called me this morning and asked me to come in, for the night job?” I said trying to help him recall our morning conversation.
“Oh, yeah, yeah, sure… come on in. Jesse, get us some coffee, will ya? The rest of you, get to work! What the hell are you all staring at? Move!” he said, aggravated. He motioned with his hand for me to follow him to his office.
“Sit. Please… sit down, um, your name again?” he asked, seemingly lost. The very pretty woman walked in, handed me a cup of coffee, and seemed still equally irritated. She left the milk container
and packets of sugar and equal on his desk. The music from the radio on his desk was a little too loud. I glanced towards the radio then answered the question.
“Umm…I didn’t give you my name, its Jenesis. Jenesis Heart,” I answered nervously. The jazz music that was playing had distracted me. I loved the saxophone. It was one of my favorite instruments besides the violin.
“Yes, yes. Jenesis, well, it’s nice to meet you. Milk? Sugar? Equal? Don’t be shy now. Here, let me lower this.” He reached over to the radio and lowered down the music. He offered me the milk
and I poured some into my coffee, and grabbed two packets of equal. I stirred them into the coffee as he spoke.
“I’m looking for someone who can work at night; a part-timer… you know…secretarial work you can say, you know, to do light paperwork? Filing…Are you familiar with computer programs like word, excel, PowerPoint’s? Tell me a little about you,” he rambled on as he asked one hundred
and one questions. His eyes widened with anticipation as he slowly tapped his fingers rhythmically on his desk. I knew he was tapping on something this morning over the phone.
“I majored in forensic science at Penn State, and I just recently moved to New York. I am familiar with all of those programs. I was a bit of a nerd in college. Umm…when you say work at night, do you mean like at six o’clock?”
“Six o’clock? No, no. I mean at ten o’clock. Ten to two in the morning, a little more than a graveyard shift…I guess.” He laughed knowing I felt I was out of my comfort zone.
“Wow, that’s late.” I felt really uncomfortable, and I didn’t want him to notice, but it was too late for that.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” He chuckled.
“No… Pennsylvania, things are kind of slow there. But, that’s okay. I really need the job. I just worry about going home alone. I got lost coming here.” My head lowered in embarrassment. I wanted to crawl under his desk. I was really hoping I
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