Page 45 of Blind Spot
“Like I said, you’ve been gone all day.”
She laughed again and bowed her head as I prayed over our meal.
“So talk to me. You said you thought you did well on your interviews. What went well?”
“At the PR specialist job, it was the connection that I made with the hiring manager. She and I had a lot of things in common, including our love of racing and classic cars. She has a 1966 Imperial Chrysler.”
“That’s sweet.”
“Yeah, she said her dad gifted it to her on her thirtieth birthday, and they restored it together. He’s still alive and kicking it, and she enjoys taking him for rides. Other than that, she was impressed with my knowledge of organizing events and handling crises.”
“Guess your past jobs did come in handy.”
“Same thing that I said. The social media manager job was a given. With already having that experience under my belt, we knew that I would nail that. The hiring manager said that he followed my work at Carew Media and was impressed.”
“What would make you interested in that position when you grew bored of it at Carew?” I asked, cutting my steak.
“I wouldn’t just be in charge of creating and curating content, but I would also be responsible for the analytics piece. That would be a great challenge for me, and I look forward to doing that type of work in addition to content creation.”
“That’s what’s up. And the third one?”
“Jensen Pharmaceuticals Communications Specialist is a job that I know will challenge me. I’m good at creating press releases and social media posts, but it’s managing the overall campaign that will stretch me.”
“Which do you want the most?”
“The communications specialist role. I really want to grow in that field, and I know that working for the pharmaceutical company would give me the chance to make new connections,learn a new industry, and be stretched in ways that I never expected.”
I sipped my champagne that I had poured for us and looked at her over my glass. “You say stretch one more time, and I swear you’ll find yourself in my bed getting your back stretched.”
Laughing, she replied, “That doesn’t sound like a bad deal to me.”
“Maybe after you finish eating this gourmet meal that I slaved over.”
“You’re right, baby. I wouldn’t want to deny you the opportunity of pleasuring me.”
“Oh, trust me when I say that this ain’t the only way to pleasure you. I put my brain, back, arms, legs, mouth, and my big boy to work when I pleasure you.”
“And I appreciate it all.”
She got up and walked around to my side of the table. Pushing my shoulder, she dropped into my lap when I scooted my chair back from the table.
“I’m proud of you, girl. No matter what you decide to do as it relates to these jobs, or what they decide, I’m proud of you.”
“For what?”
“Because you’re not sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. You’re chasing your dreams.”
“Yeah, except for where racing is concerned.”
“You can write your ticket there, too, but you’re determined to be with True Grit.”
“Can you blame me?”
“I don’t. The only advice I have there is to stay firm about what you want, don’t back down, and keep going for it, the same as you’re doing on the job. All good things come in time.”
“Like you,” she whispered, rubbing the nape of my neck.
“No, baby. Like you. You’re the best thing that happened to me.”
