Page 26 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

I hung up and stared at the phone for a moment before tossing the phone onto the couch and went over to my baby.

“You all finished, pretty girl?”

She looked up at me with porridge on her chin and grinned. “Ma-ma!”

“Yes, that’s me.”

I got her cleaned up, put her in the playpen with her toys, then dropped face-first onto the sofa.

My mind went right back to Ozy but not for long. My phone started ringing, and I damn near broke my neck grabbing it.

Unknown number.

I answered anyway. “Hello?”

“Good morning, may I speak with Noree Marcell?” A man’s voice came through, real chipper.

“Yes, this is she. May I ask who’s speaking?”

“Miss Marcell! My name is Dwayne. I’m calling from Prestige Home Solutions. We received your application, and I wanted to see if you had a few minutes for a quick phone interview.”

My whole back straightened up. “Yes! Yes, absolutely, I have time.”

“Wonderful. So let me tell you a little bit about the opportunity. Our associates are independent brand partners who present our premium cutlery collection, knives, forks, spoons, serving sets, directly to families in their homes. Now, there is a starter kit, which is a small investment on your end⁠—”

I rolled my eyes.

I know you fucking lying!

“But once you build your own team underneath you, you’ll be earning off their sales as well, so the earning potential is really unlimited⁠—”

“Sir.” I sat up. “Sir. Thank you so much for your time, but this is not for me.”

“Miss Marcell, if I could just⁠—”

“Have a good day now.”

I hung up and just started laughing at myself. Sitting there shaking my head, laughing.

“When the hell did I even apply for that?”

I was desperate for a job, but not that damn desperate. I wasn’t going to the door selling no damn spoons and forks because the second somebody told me no, I was probably gonna end up throwing the silverware at them and quitting.

I got up and went in the kitchen, pulled out the spaghetti from two nights ago, put me a plate together, and stuck it in the microwave. It hadn’t been going thirty seconds before my phone started ringing again.

I jogged over there and gasped when I saw Opal’s name.

I cleared my throat.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Miss Marcell. This is Opal, dear. Good afternoon. I received your voicemail, and I wanted to give you a call back.” She paused. “We actually have not filled the position yet.”

I pulled that phone away from my face, hit mute so fast, and screamed!

Bitch!

Then I unmuted the call. “Oh, okay! That’s good to hear.” I tried to sound calm. “Would I be able to finish my interview by any chance?”