She smiled. “They came dressed too. Some of them brought resumes.”
“That’s on you. You made it look real, you conduct the circus.”
“It is real. We just didn’t think it would be this real.”
I kept eating.
“I got meetings. I’m not about to sit in here all day doing this.”
“You don’t have to. Just a few. Give them something for social media.”
I looked up at her. “You wanna keep your job?”
She grinned. “A little.”
I shook my head.
The first one sat down and started talking before I asked her anything.
That told me enough.
Everything she said sounded practiced. Loyalty. Peace. Submission. All the words women throw out when they think it’s what you want to hear.
I let her talk.
Finished my food.
Watched her talk herself out until she realized my phone and food were more important than her.
Vanessa stood to the side, waiting for something.
She wasn’t getting it.
By the third woman, I was done. She slid a fake resume across the desk with all her dating credentials. I didn’t even know women would actually fall for this. Hell, I didn’t think this many women even knew me.
“You filled this out yourself?”
“Yes.”
“You believe it?”
She paused.
I stood up. “You can go.”
She looked at Vanessa, confused, then grabbed her stuff and left.
Vanessa walked over. “You’re not even trying.”
“I am. That’s the problem.”
“You could at least act interested.”
“I’m not.”
“That’s obvious.”
I grabbed my jacket. “You set this up. You deal with it.”
