It was May, Farrah could feel the warm breeze sifting
gently across her skin. Sitting out in her backyard
had become a beautiful solace for her, just wasting
away her short, but oh so sweet vacation. She could
slightly here the sounds of children playin in the
sprinklers, and yards being mowed, she could smell the
freshly cut suburban grass. For some reason these
simple things brought such great pleasure to her.
Most likely because she had worked in the city for
over two years. Being back home was such a relief.
She rolled over in her pool chair, beng sure to even
out her tan. In the distance she heard a faint ringing
sound, no a noise. A disturbing noise. Finally
realizing that it was the sound of her cell phone,
Farrah moaned in annoyance, then remembering that one
important possibility, she lept with new found energy
and excitement from her chair. She got to her phone
just in time to catch it before its last ring. Trying
to hide her excited breating, she calmly answered the
phone.
"Hello?"
"Yes, hello, is this Farrah?" the voice sounded
professional, clean cut. Yet laid-back.
"Yes this is she," she answered trying to sound calm.
"On behalf of our company, I am calling to inform you
of a job offer as make up and hairstylist for one of
my clients."
Farrah couldnt speak.
"Miss?" the voice questioned.
"Oh yes, sorry, your serious...your offering me a job?"
"Yes, would you be interested?"
"Well yes of course im interested," Farrah thought
for a moment, then asked suspiciously, "Aren't I
supposed to interview?"
"Weve seen your resume, very impressive I must add,
I only have one question though."
"Yes?," Farrah inquired, her excitement mounting.
"When can you start?"
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