Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Sure, we’d like for you to come if in any way possible.” I don’t care if I don’t ever get a call back from Rachel. This job might pay the bills and provide benefits, but I have got to find a new job, and fast.
“I’ll try, thank you.” Operation Shut This Conversation Down is in full effect. “I’m going to finish up these calls and head out.” Leah must get the memo that I really do need to get my work finished.
“Okay, hopefully, you can make it.” Strange. That’s the only adjective to describe the conversation. It also gives me a full-body shiver, and not in a good way.
FOUR
Cadence
I never flew out of work so fast. All I wanted to do was get home and take a shower to rinse off the ick. The plan was to leave quietly, which was what I did. The other part of my schedule was to leave a few minutes early seeing as how I get to work thirty minutes early every single day. That didn’t happen. I got stuck on the phone with a patient asking about her outstanding balance and if the doctor would still see her. It took twenty minutes of reassuring her that as long as she made payments, even if it were only five dollars a month, we wouldn’t turn her away. Doctor Manning may be an absolute imbecile when it comes to his personal life, but I can wholeheartedly say that he’s amazing with patients.
I’m just now walking into my tiny studio apartment, an hour past the time I left work. It doesn’t matter what time you leave; there’s always traffic. Fridays are ten times worse in Los Angeles, but especially at six o’clock, which made it one hundred times worse. I let out a puff of breath, loving my safe haven of a home that I made in the small space. When you walk in, there’s a living room to the left. It's so tiny that there’s only room enough for a couch, coffee table, television, and a stand beneath my favorite thing in my place, probably. There is nothing better than sitting on the couch, relaxing, and binge-watching a crime documentary series. I drop my bags at the front entrance, leaving them where they fall. It’s not something I do a lot, mainly because it’ll get too cluttered, and then I’ll want to throw everything out and start over. An option I can’t afford, that’s for sure.
“Home sweet home.” I kick off my shoes as my hand moves to my claw clip, allowing the long, thick tresses to fall to my lower back. As much as my hair is up in some kind of updo of sorts for work, I may as well cut it off, except I don’t think I ever could. I need to grab my phone, both of them, because Rachel told me it’s smart to keep my work and personal life separate; plus, she handed it to me at the beginning of the interview and told me to make sure it’s on me at all times, respond with a yes or no but to also not say no too many times, or I would get pushed further down on the list. So, I pull both out of the bag I plopped on the floor, digging for them until my hand wraps around the electronic devices, and check them to see if there are any messages. My personal phone has one from Hendrix.
Hendrix: Hey, sorry, life is kicking ass and taking names. I’ll call you this weekend so we can catch up. Love you!
I type out my own message, happy she’s staying busy with her life, finding happiness, and hopefully, I’ll be getting an invitation to a wedding soon.
Me: Hey, don’t even worry about it! Love you back <3
There’s nothing else that needs to be said, and no one else called or texted today while I was at work, not that I’d answer while at the office, and with the way I practically ran out the door as soon as I was done with my tasks, I didn’t bother checking it. Then there’s the fact of California being a hands-free zone while driving, thankfully. I couldn’t even imagine the traffic if there were another reason for an accident; plus, who wants a ticket for holding a phone? Not me. The need for another bill is something no one needs, especially me.
I’m placing my personal phone on the kitchen bar that also serves a table where I eat my meals if I’m not lounging on the couch, when my new work phone vibrates. I do a dance seeing as how I wasn’t prepared for the call and the phone is trying to jump out of my hand, worrying that if it drops, the screen will shatter. Clearly, I’m still shaken up about earlier. Leah really threw me for a loop, then add in the fact that I’m hearing from Dates for Hire. The screen comes to life when I finally manage to locate it.