of course.”
He laughed, putting his glass down. “Well, that’s a good reason, but I’m sure you wouldn’t be happy working in catering business.”
She picked up her empty plates and walked them to the kitchen. With her back to him, she stared out the window above the kitchen sink. She would work anywhere if it meant she didn’t have to be face to face with Derek. She felt Damian’s hand on her shoulder, and he slid his plates into the kitchen sick. His lips went to her neck, and he started to kiss her, producing a growl from her throat. She slowly turned around to face him and threw her arms around him. Their lips connected and all thoughts of jobs vanished.
Chapter 4
Charity woke up to her phone ringing. She jumped out of bed, barely containing herself and gathering what was happening. She fumbled for her phone on her dresser and answered it. “Hello?”
“Hello, is this Charity Parker?”
“Yes, this is she?” she replied.
“Hello, Ms. Parker. This is Evelyn Winston. I’m calling from Jamison Daycare.”
“Oh yes…hello, Mrs. Winston.” She breathed a sigh, hearing the woman’s voice on the other end. This was a good sign.
“I'm calling about your application and resume. I would like to set you up for an interview if you are free sometime this morning.” Charity glanced at her watch. It was just after eight o’clock.
“Of course. I’m free all morning.”
“Will you stop by at ten o’clock?”
Charity agreed, and they discussed where she should arrive. She got off the phone, feeling happy that she just might not have to step back into the Mayor’s office again. She took a shower, got dressed and ate a proper breakfast, then practiced a variety of routine questions one would ask of someone in an interview.
She left the house in enough time that she wasn’t rushing, and she even felt secure she was ready for the interview. When she got to the daycare, she took a deep breath and got out of the car. She headed up to the door that Mrs. Winston told her to go to. Inside, she found a desk. A woman was behind it, typing madly against her computer keys. She didn’t look up until Charity softly cleared her throat.
“Yes? May I help you?” The woman asked, appearing a bit annoyed by the distraction.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m here to meet a Mrs. Evelyn Winston.”
The woman eyed her, casually washing her eyes over her and Charity self-consciously wondered if she wasn’t dressed appropriately. “One moment,” the woman said, heaving a sigh and typing in an extension on her phone. “Evelyn there is a…” she paused and looked up, and Charity recited her name. “A Charity Parker is here to see you,” the woman continued. “Alright!” She hung up the phone and stood to her feet. “Follow me!” she mumbled.
Charity followed the woman down a long corridor to a door on the left. She motioned with her hand for Charity to enter. Before the woman could leave, Charity was sure to thank her. She just nodded and went back down the corridor to get back to her desk. Charity turned around and was greeted by a more personable woman.
Evelyn stood to her feet and held out her hand. “Hello!”
Charity shook it with confidence. “Hello!”
Evelyn motioned to the chair, and Charity took her seat. “I appreciate you coming in on such short notice,” Evelyn started. “This position has been open for about a month now, but frankly, I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had the opportunity to interview candidates.” She smiled looking up at Charity. “I’m going to give you a rundown of the position, and we’ll see if it’s a position you would still be interested in.” She talked to Charity, telling her that she would be in charge of the planning of activities. She ran through what ages they usually took care of and even detailed some field
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