“Get back to your hair and I’ll talk to you later. Text me once you’ve sent the check out.”
“Bye, Mandy.”
She hangs up on me without a proper farewell.
Yeah, she’s angry.
I go back to scrolling through emails wishing like hell I could have a do-over of that conversation. Mandy pushes all of my buttons and I know how to push hers. It isn’t good for either of us. I’m considering all the ways I might stall the creditors of my other bills to get her the tax payment when I get an alert for an email that changes everything.
To: Mia Taylor
From: Miranda Green
Re: PT Position
Dear Miss Taylor,
We are pleased to offer you a position with The New York Nighthawks as a full-time staff physical therapist in the Rehab and PT Department effective immediately.
We feel that with your skills and qualifications, you will be a valuable addition to our department. Your starting date will be Monday, July 9. The starting annual salary with our organization is $76,266, and you are paid on a bi-monthly basis.
The attached employee handbook outlines the medical and retirement benefits The New York Nighthawks offers. Benefits would begin upon acceptance of this offer.
If you choose to accept this offer, please wet sign the second copy of this letter in the space provided and return it to us immediately. We hope you will accept this offer of employment and look forward to welcoming you as a new employee of the Nighthawks family.
Sincerely,
Miranda Green
Human Resources
New York Nighthawks
What in the ever loving fuck?!
I got a job offer in less than twenty-four hours with the New York Nighthawks.
Holy crap, I’m rich!
I’ve gotta call Rush.
I know for certain that my lucky charm had something to do with this. What on earth would I do without that man?
I just pray that I never, ever have to find out.
Twelve
MIA
I’m notthat great of a cook, but there are very few ways to thank a millionaire when you’re on a limited budget, so I’ve invited Rush over for a home cooked meal for the first time in our friendship. It might not be the best thing he’s ever eaten, but there will be plenty of it, and if there’s one thing I know about him, it’s that he can consume an enormous amount of chow in one sitting.
“Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.”
“Shit, is that blood on your face, Bird?”
He leans over to swipe the “blood” from under my eye with the pad of his thumb.
