Ironically, I know someone who would make the perfect assistant.
Toxic:You say you’re thinking of taking on an assistant. Why haven’t you yet? Is it the cost?
Samantha:no, hiring people is exhausting
Toxic:Is the position remote?
Samantha:yes
Toxic:I know a woman looking for work who did PR for a bank and I can have her resume to you in a day.
Samantha:Why is she job hunting?
Toxic:She pissed off a client, but no rules were broken. He just so happened to be extremely influential.
Samantha:How do you know her? Is she someone you took home after a show?
I smile at the thought that Samantha could be jealous, but I know better than to drag it out.
Toxic:Don’t freak out, but she’s my sister. She has two kids, so she would never do anything to jeopardize her position, even if we are fighting. She knows her shit, and I’m sure she’ll be able to handle anything you throw at her.
Samantha:I’d argue, but beggars can’t be choosers. Send me her resume and tell her I move fast.
Toxic:One more thing…
Samantha:Yes?
Toxic:Once she’s trained, you make an appointment.
Samantha:fine
I exhale in relief, then make my way backstage to Prince, who’s stretching before his workout.
My phone pings with a reminder that my mom is about to go into surgery. I spoke with her this morning and considered telling her about little droid, but I worried it would be bad for her to go into heart surgery so excited.
Not that she has anything to worry about. The procedure she’s undergoing is minimally invasive and typically performedoutpatient. The only reason she’s staying overnight is because some of her labs were less than stellar, and they decided to keep her for observation.
“You’re not taking my place today,” Prince says as I approach.
I hold my hands up in surrender. “Yeah, sure. I wasn’t even going to ask.”
“What is it with you? Do you have gambling debt you’re hiding? Is your mom sick?”
“No, and I don’t appreciate the accusations.”
“Then stop acting so thirsty for greenbacks.”
“There ain’t a man on that bus that ain’t thirsty for greenbacks, so don’t act like I’m Scrooge McDuck.”
Prince’s head tilts to the side. “Who the fuck is Scrooge McDuck?”
Genuinely surprised, I ask, “You don’t know who Scrooge McDuck is?”
“If it’s some lesson they taught in school, I went to private, so I missed out.”
Shaking my head from side to side, I fire off, “Saturday morning cartoons, you idiot.”
“Regardless, I never called you Scourge Ma’Quack.”
