Page 101 of Tomorrow Belongs to Us
“Whatever.” I turn my computer off.
“You're not still sore about it, are you?” He means about him getting the job.
“No.” Because I’m still looking for jobs, and I have another interview lined up. It's a shame I've heard nothing back from my last interview, because I thought it went very well.
“You’re acting weird. Ever since you met your new guy.”
I ignore his comment.
“How the hell did you meet him?” he asks, poking his nose in my business again. When I don’t answer, he probes some more. “Or are you just another one of his groupies?”
I give him a hard stare.
“He has women throwing themselves at him because of his heroic stunt.” Preston says ‘stunt’ like it’s a euphemism for something.
“And you would know this because …?”
“He was telling one of the secretaries at the awards night. You know the superhot sexy young thing who just started in the Marketing department?”
I don’t know who he’s talking about, but it doesn’t surprise me that he’s aware of the ‘hot young things’ in other departments. Luckily my cell phone rings and I am saved from giving Preston a reply.
I grab my phone quickly and answer it. It's a call from the recruitment agent who tells me that the company I interviewed at want me. As in, they’ve offered me the job!
A burst of energy explodes inside me and my insides feel supercharged. This is the news I’ve been praying for.
“They're going to put an offer in writing, but I wanted to let you know,” the agent says.
I'm so excited I squeal with delight and thank her for the news. Preston is watching me, listening in. He's nosy. He wants to know why I'm so happy, but I don't want to share my happiness and joy with him.
I try to contain my excitement. “Excuse me,” I say to the agent, then to Preston, “Do you mind?”
He raises an eyebrow. I gesticulate with my hand for him to leave. “And close the door behind you,” I say, moving the cell phone away. I get back to the woman on the phone. “Are you sure they made an offer?”
“I'm staring at it now.”
“Could you maybe scan and send it to me in an email?”
She laughs. “Of course. I just wanted to let you know because you were so enthusiastic about that company.”
I immediately call Lance and break the news to him. The sound of his voice makes me happy. Even him saying a simple ‘Hi.’
“I got the job!”
“The job? The one you really wanted?”
“Yes!”
“Congrats! That’s awesome. Well done!”
“Thank you.”
“I'm so happy for you. Which job is this?” It’s only natural that he’s confused as I haven’t said much about the interviews I’ve been going for. I tell him, but he doesn't sound as happy as I’d expected.
“What's wrong?” I ask, tentatively on tenterhooks in case something's come up with Cassie, or his ex-wife.
“Nothing.” A brief pause follows before he asks. “Is it out of state?”
My heart lifts, because he sounds sad, as if he doesn't want me to move away. “Yes.” I tell him that the new job is too far away to do a daily commute. I’ll have to move, and now I feel a little down, now that it’s all real, now that I have the job, because it means I will be moving. I don’t want to leave this behind me.
