Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
My eyes dart to where her finger is pointing on the official form from the agency with the listed pay per hour, and my mouth drops. If I do my job, keep my yap shut, and live-in during the week, I’ll make thirty dollars an hour. Seriously? At eighteen? That’s a lot. I only made eleven at my last job, and that was after a raise. This will help us like crazy.
“I’ll totally take the position.” Immediately I’m thinking about all the debt we’ll be able to get out from under and how quickly the stress will ease from May’s shoulders. My sister has been my rock, and it’s time I returned the favor. We have a roommate who’s a classmate of May’s and we have all become good friends, but she’s an intern at a news station and doesn’t make crap either. We’re all a bunch of broke bitches.
“Good. You start tomorrow,” she says.
“Tomorrow? So soon?”
“It’s a temp agency. It’s how these things work. If you don’t want it, there are other women who would gladly take the position.”
“No, no. I will take it. Sorry, I was just surprised and have to get everything together.”
“That’s understandable.” The older woman just smiles politely and states, “Fill out this form, and we’ll have everything done later. We know you’re a good kid, so we’re not concerned about anything. Just remember that they prefer discretion and the homeowner works from home, so being unseen and quiet as a mouse is for the best.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I nod, smiling and trying not to do a happy dance. She gives me a hug, knowing that I’m too giddy to handle the excitement.
“Now go on, so you can get yourself prepared for tomorrow. Your attire should be plain and simple, and nothing too revealing.”
“Okay.” I fill out the documents, turn them in to the receptionist, and then leave the agency, practically skipping out the door. I get some dirty looks from several of the people waiting for an assignment inside the agency, but I can’t fight the enthusiasm of getting such a good job.
Shock hits me as I stand still in the middle of the sidewalk, holding an envelope with the small bit of information given to me by the temp agency. “What the hell was that?” I whisper to myself, shaking my head in disbelief.
Their offer came with a bunch of contingencies, but the money was too hard to pass up. Who has this kind of money, and why are they making me this offer?
Did it have to do with the man that was just in there, or was it a coincidence? Maybe it was a separate meeting that had been scheduled well in advance for another project.
Either way, I have too many things to do to stand around. I’m about to move when I feel someone behind me.
“Waiting for me, beautiful?”
“Ugh,” I sigh and turn to the asshole. “Leave me alone. For the last fucking time, I’m not interested.” He puts his hand on my shoulder, and I shrug it off. Moving toward the bus, I ignore the creep.
“Don’t be a bitch.”
“Drop dead.” I keep walking, hoping he’ll stop following or I’ll have to dip into a building. After a few seconds, I can feel his presence has disappeared from my side. Turning my head, he’s nowhere to be found, so I guess he gave up.
I take out my phone just in case, ready to call for help, and I make my way to the bus stop. As I wait for the bus, I think about the job. I’m going to make a lot of money really fast, and that will help us get on track so my sister won’t have to stress. My giddiness returns, and I’m thrilled about the job.
My euphoria only lasts until I get home and tell my sister about the position.
“This doesn’t sound right, June,” she says, pressing her hand on my thigh.
“What do you mean, May? It’s a cleaning job. People don’t have time to clean their homes, so they pay someone else to do it, and that means they’re willing to pay a lot more for it.”
“Yeah, like once or twice a month. Maybe even once a damn week, but almost all week and for that much money?”
“Well, maybe it’s a freaking big-ass mansion that requires an entire team of people to keep it clean, so it’s just easier to have one person take their time. Or maybe they have a bunch of little kids running around and they need help to pick up toys or scrub crayon off the wall.”
“Listen, I’m not trying to be a naysayer or anything, but I’m just saying that when something is just too good to be true… usually, it is.”
“Look, there are jobs that pay almost that much all the damn time. Inflation and the economy have some places paying eighteen bucks to serve food, so it’s not like this is much more. Besides, the agency said the owner works from home and doesn’t want to be disturbed, which means I probably won’t have to deal with them. I’ll be fine.”