Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
The majority required some kind of degree with a lot of experience—the kind I didn’t exactly have.
And the associates degree I did have wouldn’t hold a candle to the other hundred candidates applying for the jobs. When I said I’d been lucky to land the job for Brookwood, I hadn’t been kidding.
I was about to give up for the day when an ad caught my attention.
Administrative Assistant
Advertising Firm
Maxim and Dexter is looking for a highly-motivated and alert person to perform numerous general official, computer-related (data entry), and receptionist duties.
Essential Functions
• Manage, organize, and maintain time calendar, scheduling, and reminding appointments
• Arrange for any materials required (presentations, documentation, print hand-outs, memos, agendas) for all meetings efficiently
• Take notes in meetings, conferences, and day-to-day activities
• Perform other administrative duties
Requirements
• Education: High school degree
• Experience: No prior experience necessary
• Basic project management ability
• Ability to organize tasks, research, and keep records
• Highly dependable and trustworthy: maintain confidentiality having access to extremely sensitive documents
Qualified candidates should apply by e-mailing their resume with a cover letter to: Dexter.clavin.corp@linkmail.com
I lifted my eyebrows as I read the “no prior experience necessary” part. That would definitely work in my favor.
I ran the pen around the ad, marking it with a giant red circle. Then I just stared at it. That ad was the best one I’d seen so far.
I finished off my coffee, folded up the paper, and shoved it in my purse. As soon as I got home, I’d work on sending these resumes in, and then hope like hell something stuck. I grabbed the pen, stood, and slipped the strap of my purse over my shoulder before heading out. The scent of coffee and pastries filled my nose as I left.
I pushed the door open and immediately the sights, sounds, and smells of city life surrounded me. Car horns blared, people shouted, and the smell of car exhaust and street vendor food filled the air. You could practically feel the sun beating down on the asphalt, cooking you from your feet up.
It was all what I’d gotten used to, what I called home for several years now.
I was about to hail a cab, even though I really should have been walking to conserve my funds, but fuck it. It was hot and I was tired. But before I could even lift my arm, I heard my phone ringing from inside my purse.
After fishing it out, I saw Michael’s face on the screen. “Hello,” I said into the receiver as I started to head down the sidewalk. Forget the cab. It wasn’t like the exercise wouldn’t do me good.
“Hey, so we’re all set. I hope you don’t have anything planned for Saturday.” Michael jumped right into whatever reason he’d called, leaving me confused.
“You’re gonna have to refresh my memory on what you set up.” I tried to stay out of everyone’s way, but I was getting bumped and pushed, everyone acting like they were in the biggest hurry to get to their destination.
“Seriously?” he prompted with an exasperated sigh.
“You acting like me forgetting is a sin to the world tells me that whatever you set up is probably not the least bit important.”
I heard him snort through the receiver and stopped as I waited for the crosswalk to light up.
“Olive, I got the blind date set up for you, remember, with David’s brother?”
Then it all came back to me. “You were serious about that?”
“Uh, damn right I was serious.”
“I thought that was just two friends shooting the shit over glasses of wine.” I should’ve known Michael wouldn’t have let it go.
“Olive, you know me better than that.” There was a moment of silence after he spoke. “So, you free Saturday or do I have to break the poor man’s heart?”
A car right across the street blared its horn, causing my ears to ring. “Break his heart?” I rolled my eyes. “Do I have a choice?”
Michael laughed softly. “You know you don’t. Besides, it’s at your favorite burger joint, and I’m sure he’ll be paying, so what’s the worst that could happen? Anyway, David’s a good guy, and I assume his brother is as well.”
I held off from rolling my eyes a second time. I didn’t bother telling him that serial killers had siblings as well.
I mean, having conversation with someone and just getting out of the house after everything that happened didn’t sound like a bad idea. It wasn’t like I had to see the guy again if it ended up being an awful night.
I walked across the street once it was all clear and exhaled slowly. “Fine, tell me the time and I’ll be there.”
Even if it was the worst blind date in the history of blind dates, at least I got to eat at my favorite burger place. So for that alone it couldn’t be very bad. Right?