Dear Ms. Reese,
Thank you for your interest in joining the DC Group as an accounting consultant. My partner and I are interested in meeting with you to discuss this further, as we are eager to begin this process immediately.
Please reply back with your availability to meet at our head offices as soon as possible.
Sincerely,
Brayden Cross, CFO DC Group
Holy. Shitballs.
They want me! Me. A freelance accountant who works part time for a greyhound rescue and hustles enough side jobs to try and pay off student loans, as well as pay rent for my adorable but tiny apartment in the East Village. They aren’t going with some big firm; they want to hire me.
Me.
This feels like the break I was hoping for when I moved to New York from Nebraska five years ago. I came here desperate to start over on my own. There was no way I wanted to be stuck in my small hometown, filing taxes for my neighbors my entire life. Not to mention, it was time to get some space from dear old Mom and Dad. When they found out they couldn’t have more kids after me, they devoted all their energy and attention to me. I love them dearly, but they smothered me. I needed to prove to myself that I could make it, that I could be independent. Getting away from a mistake I made, mixing business with pleasure, was an added bonus to moving as far away as I did.
The job market in New York isn’t an easy one, so I’ve had to make do with freelance work. The income isn’t exactly steady, which is why scoring the part-time position at Forever Grey was a blessing. Not to mention, working there brought Bianca and Dexter Truitt into my life. Their friendship — and Dex’s business connections — has opened the door for me to take on some cool jobs, and I’ve enjoyed moving around from project to project. I know I have Dex to thank for the DC Group opportunity as well.
I quickly type out a reply to Brayden, confirming my availability for a meeting next week. I could meet with them sooner, but I don’t want to seem too eager and available. Granted, I also don’t want them to pass me over for someone who can start sooner.
That’s a risk I’ll have to take, because the truth is, I’ve got a lot of other jobs I’ll need to wrap up before I can even consider taking this one on. Still, if I land this contract, the long hours and heavy workload will be more than worth it. Career-wise, I’m poised to take on a challenge. And the money won’t hurt, either. Who knows, maybe it’ll finally provide me with enough to finish paying off my debts so I can adopt Molly, my favorite greyhound at the shelter.
Once my reply is sent, I spin around in my chair, wiggling with excitement like a little kid. Things are looking up.
