Page 149 of Fervency Love

Nope, I can’t wait any longer. I call the guy. He picks up at once.

“Good morning, my name is Abigail Brooks. I sent my CV to you, but no one has called me.”

“Good morning, miss. I’m just reviewing it.”

“Really?”

“Yes, the one in the photo with two braids?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“I just gave it to our manager who oversees this region. She should contact you later today.”

“That’s wonderful, thank you!”

This is good news indeed. A moment later, my cellphone rings.

“Good morning, my name is Martha Moore. I’m calling you regarding the job. I received your CV from our director. I would like to invite you for an interview. Thursday at eleven at our salon.”

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

“Please ask for me when you’re there.”

“Of course.”

I write down her name, so I won’t forget. It should be downhill from now on. I sit at the computer and search for information on working in a clothing store. I have some understanding of sizes and so on, so it shouldn’t be very difficult.

While waiting for Ve’s return, I contemplate all of this. We’ve been together for two and a half years. We’ve had different stages, but for a while now, there’s been a sense of monotony between us. Maybe living together wasn’t such a good idea after all? Everyday life has crept in. The spark is gone. And I still have to endure his little lies! I don’t understand why he has a problem speaking directly about what he thinks. It must be related to his childhood. We’re very young—nineteen and twenty years old, which isn’t much. We play house, learning something new about each other every day.

I’m awakened by the sound of the key turning in the lock. Wow, I don’t remember falling asleep.

“Hi, kitty cat! I’m back.”

I drag myself out of bed to greet him.

“Hi, Ve, how was work?” I ask, but seeing the expression on his face, I can already tell it’s not for him.

“I won’t last long there. That job is regressive, seriously.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Not great.”

“We’ll find you something better. Meanwhile, I decided to call the director whose number I got from the store and ask about my CV.”

“Really?” He’s clearly surprised. He knows me. I’m not a bold person. But when I have my back against the wall or want to prove something to someone, layers of energy, boldness, and self-confidence surge within me, and I surprise even myself.

“Why wait, I thought. I called him, and I have an interview on Thursday.”

“That’s wonderful, Abby!” Ve rushes over and hugs me tightly. He seems genuinely happy.

“You hungry? I can make you sandwiches.”

“I’d love that. I’ll make us tea in the meantime.”

After a shared dinner, we both collapse in front of the TV.

Chapter 75

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