Chapter Two: Randy's P.O.V.
I walked into my house on one of the few days off I get and looked around. The place was still a mess from the party I had on my last day off.
I sighed and walked over to the answering machine and saw there were quite a few messages. I pressed the button to listen to them as I walked into the kitchen.
"Randy, this is your mother. Your father and I were planning on having a family get-together this weekend and were wanting to know if you could make it. Give me a call back. Love you. Bye."
"Doubt it," I said out loud as the machine went on to the next message.
"Hey baby, it's Bobbie. You said you were going to be home today. Why aren't you picking up? I tried to call your cell phone but apparently you don't want to talk to me."
"Really? I wouldn't have guessed that one," I commented and took a drink from my bottle of water.
"Please call me back whenever you get this. Bye, baby! I love you!"
"Nope you just love my money."
There were several more messages from friends and family that I got relatively bored of and was just about to turn the damn thing off when the last message began to play.
"Hi, my name is Lacie Marshal and I'm calling in response to the housekeeping ad you had in the paper. If you would like to talk to me about my qualifications, my number is 555-8153. Thank you."
I picked up the phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?" a voice answered.
"Hi, is this Lacie Marshal?"
"No, this is her roommate. May I ask who this is?"
"I'm returning her call about the housekeeping job. I'd really like to talk to her."
"Ok, just a minute."
I waited for a while before another voice came on the phone. "This is Lacie."
"Hi, I'm returning your call and I just want to let you know that you have the job."
"But I haven't even told you about my past jobs or qualifications or anything. You haven't even interviewed me."
"Ok, umm…you clean right?"
"Yeah."
"You passed the interview."
"Alright, when do I start?"
"Tomorrow if you can."
"That's great, I can do that. But why are you hiring me when you haven't even met me?"
"Listen, Lacie, I'm gone five out of seven days of the week, sometimes more. All I need is someone who can keep my house clean and take care of my dogs while I am gone and I figure you seem like a polite enough person to trust to take care of these things."
"How do you know I'm polite? You've only been talking to me for five minutes?"
"Let's just say I have a good judge of character."
"Okay, well, what time do you want me over tomorrow?"
"Is three o'clock alright with you?"
"That's great. I guess I'll see you then."
I gave her my address and was getting ready to hang up when she stopped me.
"Hey, wait, I don't even know your name. I think I should be able to know who my boss is if I'm going to be living in his house."
"You can just call me Randy. You'll figure out who I am tomorrow at three," I said and hung up the phone.
For some reason, I was really excited about my new hired help.