Page 17 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
“Okay. Okay. I might go for the interview. I’ll keep you guys posted,” I say, more than ready for a new topic of conversation. Brooke beams, but Stella only shrugs. I don’t think there’s any coming back from the “no longer calling the shots” situation for her.
“Now, enough about me. Let’s get to the juicy part. Brooke, tell us about your disgustingly raunchy, sexy, luxurious honeymoon!” I playfully nudge her.
“I’ll do you one better.” Taking out her phone, she starts to scroll down for photos and videos. “I’ll show y’all!”
For the next couple of hours, our corner is filled with gasps, squeals, and excited chatter.
I put off telling Jordan for another day.
It was great to get clarity from the girls, and I finally decided I would go for the interview, but I wanted to give it a few more hours before taking the next step.
Things that appear to be a great idea during a night out with cocktails often become ludicrous in the light of day.
It’s ten o’clock on Sunday morning, and I’m sitting in my kitchen after my second cup of coffee. I still haven’t changed my mind, so I call him.
“Hello, Bonnie!” I hear noises in the background.
“Hi, did I catch you at a bad time?”
“I’m on my way out of town, just about to hop on the jet, but it’s always a great time for good news.”
“What good news?” I question.
“That you changed your mind, of course!”
Seeing an opportunity to mess with him, I jump on it. “Actually, no–”
“Really?” Jordan interrupts, his tone filled with disappointment.
“I’m kidding! I decided to attend the interview, but I’ll have you know that it was after a lot of arm-twisting from my friends.”
“They sound like sensible friends; keep them,” he replies.
I only laugh.
“Seriously, you made a good decision, Bonnie.”
I hope so. “So, did you need a resume or something?”
I dread having to submit resumes. My education doesn’t come across as great on paper when compared to others with shiny degrees from prestigious colleges, but my skills and creativity more than make up for it.
Unfortunately, a resume is often the factor that determines if you get a foot in or have the door slammed in your face.
“No, someone from IT will call to go through the preliminaries with you. His name’s Sajid. It’s just an informal chat, we won’t be assessing you on that, so don’t stress. Once that’s out of theway, he’ll email you other requirements to get you properly set up.”
“Sounds good.”
“And can I check that you’re fine with real-time demo interviews?”
Seriously?I don’t want to brag, so I simply say, “Yeah, I can do those.”
“Sweet. In the meantime, if you have any questions, you can text me or Sajid.”
“Alright, thanks, Jordan.”
“No, Bonnie. Thankyou,”he says andI disconnect.
That wasn’t too bad for a boss, now was it?