She talks super fast so I suppose she might be nervous, but I'm still digesting her first sentence by the time she's waiting for me to respond. “Well,I was very much against the campaign the company arranged from the beginning and fought through it every step of the way, but lost the battle. In any case, Virtual Generation seems to have disappeared into thin air, so I don't have to deal with them at the moment."
“Yes, I had heard those rumors about the disappearing act. Fortunately for us, litigation doesn't work in that way. My attorney seems to have a good handle on the situation. Anyway, we have also apologized to Wesley Moon and dropped the charges against him. His attorney shared the contract with us, and while there were hints of what his requirements would be, it wasn't clear what our company was supplying, even though we had offered an explicit description to add into any contracts necessary for the use of vendors."
A huge weight lifts from my shoulders, knowing they're dropping the charges from Wesley. I'm sure he's already endured significant damage to his career, but at least he won't be fighting off a lawsuit now too. “Yes, this is what I heard from Wesley too."
“Oh, are you twofriends?"
Yikes.This is not the time for that conversation. “We exchanged opinions about the campaign after he realized the trouble it caused. I tried to help him out." We also almost slept together after getting drunk and making out a few times, but it's been professional aside from that.
“Well, we hope our social response will ease some of his troubles."
“Same here," I tell her.
“Anyway, this will come out of left field, but after this whole debacle, we discussed hiring an in-house marketing manager to handle our promotions, and after reading your ideas on how you would have promoted our ad, I'm impressed."
“Wow, thank you so much. I'm glad I could help after everything that happened."
“Yes, me too," Heather responds. “Madelyn, we would love to discuss a possible job opportunity for you."
I wasn't expecting this. “Oh, wow, I—" I'm unemployed once again. At least I think I am.
“I know this proposal is a lot to take in since I can only imagine what you've been through this past week. However, we have a great employee benefit package, competitive salaries, flex time, and the need for someone to grow our marketing department."
“Thissounds amazing after the whirlwind of occurrences I've experienced this past week. What kind of marketing plans do you have in mind—are you focused on print or online?"
“We're open-mindedand need a young innovative mind to help us grow our brand online."
This is another step away from fashion, but I doubt a fashion job will land on my plate soon and I need a job. “I'm glad to hear that. It all sounds like a great plan."
“Well, listen, I don't want to pressure you, but why don't you send over your resume and we can create a job description that will fit both our needs. Then, we can go from there. How does that sound?"
I'm unemployed. It sounds fantastic. “Sure, that sounds like a great idea. I'm gratefulyou think so much of me and want to discuss this opportunity."
“It's my pleasure. In the meantime, if you have questions, please reach out to me whenever you need."
“Perfect, I'll be in touch soon," I tell her before disconnecting the call.
My mouth is ajar, and I'm staring through the wall in front of me. Then, I glance down at the way I'm dressed, realizing the funk I've been in for an entire week, stressed about finding a job.
“Congratulations, lady," Layla says. I forgot she was in the room, listening to my call.
I shake my head around to snap out of my barraging thoughts to focus on Layla. “Yeah, that wascrazy and unexpected."
“I can tell by the look on your makeup smeared up face." I stand up and circle around, running my fingers through the snarls in my hair. “You should get dressed. I have a business meeting in a few."
“Here, in our living room?" I ask.
“Yup," she says.
“Why didn't you say anything sooner?"
“You were on the phone …" I grunt and charge toward my room to hide out. “Seriously, though, get dressed."
I return to the living room to grab my laptop and phone before heading back to my room. “I'll just hang out in my room, fixing up my resume once again. Don't worry."
“Okay, suit yourself," she mutters.
She tries to drag me into her business plans every time something new comes up, but I refuse. We bicker too much as it is. I couldn't imagine working with her in any business.
