I punched the numbers into my phone's dialpad. After a couple rings, someone picked up the phone.

"Duck Commander, this is Emily, how can I help you?", I heard a woman's voice say.

"Hi, this is Maisey Edwards, I'm calling about the job opening.", I said.

"Oh, yes! We need an assistant reed cutter. Is that what you are calling about?", she asked me.

"Yes, ma'am." I replied.

"Great! Let's set up an interview. How does 9:30 tomorrow morning work?", she inquired.

"Uh, that sounds great!", I told her, excited.

"Good! We'll see you then. Goodbye!", she said.

"Bye!", I responded before hanging up.

I ran into the kitchen with a look of sheer joy on my face.

"Grandma! I've got a job interview at Duck Commander tomorrow!", I exclaimed.

"That's great sweetie! Chicken noodle soup will be ready soon!", she said.

After I had eaten dinner, I stood by the doorway with Grandma.

"Well, I need to go. I have a big day tomorrow! Love you!", I said, opening the creaky door.

"Love you too! Good luck.", she said, giving me a kiss on my forehead.

I woke up at 8:00 in the morning with a smile on my face.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face, and then it was time to decide what to wear. I really didn't know. Duck Commander was a casual place, but it was a job interview! I settled on dark wash skinny jeans, a camo sleeveless blouse, a gold heart locket, and combat boots. Next I put my red hair in a side braid, with a dark green bandana as a headband. Finally I put on minimal makeup, just a little mascara and foundation with a tad of blush.

I ran downstairs and grabbed a granola bar and my purse before getting in my jeep and driving to Duck Commander. I got out at 9:00 and walked up to the desk.

The lady behind it looked up.

"How can I help you?", she asked.

"Hi, I'm Maisey Edwards, I'm here for an interview.", I told her.

"Yes, sit there.", she stated, pointing to a chair.

I walked over and sat for a little bit with jitters, until Willie Robertson walked in.

"Hi, I'm Willie Robertson, you must be Maisey.", he said, putting his hand out for me to shake. I shook it.

"Yes sir!", I said, nervous.

"Are you nervous?", he asked, and understanding look in his eye.

"Um, yes sir.", I responded.

"Don't be.", he told me. "It's Si Robertson who needs an assistant. Basically if there is a living, breathing person who would willingly work for Silas Robertson, they are hired."

I let out a breath and smiled.

"That's good!", I said.

He opened the door to his office and I walked in before he sat down. I then sat down in a chair.

"So, how long have you lived in West Monroe?", he asked.

"A couple of days.", I replied.

"Really? Where did you move from?", he inquired.

"South Carolina, sir. I moved because my grandpa passed and I needed to be with my grandma.", I told him

"Oh, thats good, a family oriented girl. How old are you?"

"Im twenty three. Twenty four on July 18th.", I responded.

"So, I know I haven't learned that much about you, but you seem like a good person. Now, you're hired if you are okay with one little thing.", he said.

"What thing?", I asked, getting a little nervous.

"You have to understand that you'll be the only girl in the duck call room. All the guys are idiots!", he exclaimed.

"That's okay!", I said happily.

"Then you're hired. You're a Robertson now!",

I was sooo excited.

"Yay!", I shouted as he moved to hug me.

I was a Robertson now. Huh, Maisey Robertson, that doesn't sound too bad.