I Work for Mort Rainey
Chapter 2: Desperate times call for desperate measures.
A/N: Heehee…..I haven't updated in like forever. Sry….but like I said, this is a side job. Plus, my plane was waitin' for me the very next day. So yea, I couldn't do much. But here it is, after much prolonging.
12: 01 PM
Okay, I'm going to knock on his door.
12:02 PM
There, I knocked. Now what?
12:30 PM
All right. I had went in, handed him my resume, talked to him, ate some cookies with milk, and guess what? Two girls have already applied for the job. And he told me that five more have made appointments or something to see him. I forgot the exact word that he had used.
12:33 PM
Kay, now I can go away. I can go and drive to Melissa's home, where I'm staying at.
12:35 PM
Shoot. I forgot to give him my phone number. slams head against steering wheel
7:03 PM
I hope I get the job.
7:04 PM
I need money badly. I can't live with Melissa forever. She's a vegetarian. I'm gonna starve like this!
7:05 PM
If I get the job, will he let me stay with him? I hope he lets me stay; I can't live with a vegetarian for the rest of my life.
7:08 PM
I'm too young to die.
7:09 PM
Imagine if he was a vegetarian. That would be hilarious. starts laughing
7: 10 PM
stops laughing, her face becomes pale Okay. It's not funny anymore. gulps I need water.
8:08 PM
I'm hungry.
8:10 PM
All that Melissa has is salad right now.
8: 15 PM
Why did I have to stay with a friend who's a vegetarian?
8: 21 PM
Stupid salad. crunch, crunch, crunch
8: 31 PM
I gave him my phone number, right?
8: 33 PM
Stupid salad. crunch, crunch, crunch
11: 39 PM
I seriously hope he's not a vegetarian.
11: 45 PM
I'd break down crying right then and there.
11: 47 PM
I'd better call him.
11: 48 PM
Never mind. If I call him this late at night, I might not get the job.
11: 50 PM
Or even worse. I'd get the job and he'd force himself to be a vegetarian. But why? To torture me. Either that or get revenge for calling so late.
11: 52 PM
Ick. Vegetables.
11: 55 PM
He'd have to be very evil to do that. Seriously.
