Page 2 of Jason
He said nothing as she talked.He asked no questions.From time to time, his gaze strayed to her binder.When she reached the part of her talk that drew from past series such asColumboandCagney and Laceyone of his dark brows arched with surprise.“You know a lot about detective dramas.”
She knew a lot about television.“It’s a niche interest,” she admitted.
When she had finished, he sighed, as if she had worn him out.Entirely possible.Mallory had a tendency to thoroughness.Which she’d pointed out to him, as well as being a self-starter, goal-oriented, and dedicated to her craft.
“What’s in the binder?”he asked.
“Letters of recommendation and my transcripts, and some story boards from some short films I’ve made, in case you have questions.”
He looked at the binder.He looked out the window.He asked what she would do differently in his office, and she said she didn’t know, that she’d need a few days to study workflow.He smirked and said something about there being no workflow, only chaos, and then asked, “Do you have an iPhone?”
Odd question.“Yes.”
“Do you know how to use theFind my Phone?”
“Ah…sure.”
“Good.I lose my phone a lot.Do you think you could keep that stocked?”He pointed at a small fridge.
Mallory looked long and hard at that fridge.“I, ah…” What was this?The job had said an assistant to the showrunner.
“I have low blood sugar,” he said.
“Oh.Sure, I could do that.”She could do it with her eyes closed.She had done it for her entire family since she was twelve.
“Great.”He glanced at his watch.“I’m a little disorganized, so I need help with that.”
Totally obvious, judging by the mess in his office.“Sure,” she said.
He pushed away from his desk, and he looked at her again, but this time, his gaze held hers a little longer than was entirely necessary, and he said, “Can you start Monday?”
“What?”
“I think you met Holly on her way out,” he said.“I need someone right away.”
“Oh.”Mallory stood up and tried to keep the grin from her face.“Yes!Eight a.m.?”
He chuckled.“Don’t go crazy.Let’s say nine.”
She smiled.She stuck out her hand.“Thank you.”
He took her hand and she gripped it.“Should I check in with Human Resources?”
“Ah…you can check in Monday.”
She let go his hand.Neither of them spoke for a moment, just looked at each other.A smile lit his face, and damn it if that smile didn’t trickle through her like a slow moving stream.Just spreading warmth all the way down to the tips of her toes.“Monday,” he said, and pointed at her.
“Monday,” she said, and pointed back like a dolt.She gathered her things and went out the door, her face beaming.
She was halfway home when she remembered she hadn’t asked him how much the job paid.Oh well.Anything was better than nothing at this point.
Inez was in the kitchen when Mallory came home, clad in a bathrobe and her head wrapped in a towel.“Hey!”Mallory said brightly.
“That’s my dress,” Inez responded.“And my shoes!”
“We’re going to dinner to celebrate my new job!”
Inez eyed her curiously.“You got a job?How are we going to dinner?I thought you were broke.Also, you really don’t have to do my laundry and fold it and put it away, Mallory.And did you really organize my closet by color?Because I am pretty sure that didn’t happen by accident.”
