Indebted: Part 2: The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance) by Sadie Black Page A
Authors: Sadie Black
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about marrying her, he suddenly up and left her for some college girl. It shattered her heart and thrust her back into her wild ways full force. Whenever I tried to talk to her about any of it, she just shut me down. That’s when she started telling me the same tired line she still says now: life is for fun! You’re only young once!
I’m ready to shut off my phone again, sick of dealing with the endless messages all starting the same way when I hear a different voice.
“Hello, Miss Cole This is Twila Phillips from Bravark Marketing Incorporated. I’m calling to set up an interview, at your convenience, for an opening in our Advertising and Campaigns department. If you could return my call, as soon as possible, at 555-84473 extension 298, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you, Miss Cole.”
My phone almost drops from my hand. Bravark Marketing is one of the countless companies I sent my resume to after Matthew’s party. I was hoping to capitalize on my meet and greet with the head of so many marketing firms, but never actually expected to hear back from any of them.
I need to call her! Listening to the message again, this time with a pen in hand, I attempt to write down her name and phone number. My racing heart and sweaty palms make me miss a few of the numbers, so I have to listen to it for a third time before I’m confident that I have all the information down right.
Taking a few deep breaths, I try to steady my fingers to dial the number and my stomach squeezes inside me as the phone rings.
“Bravark Marketing Incorporated, we turn ideas into loyal customers, Twila Stewart speaking. How may I help you today?” Wow, that’s a mouthful.
“Hi, this is Kendra Cole. I received a phone call yesterday? In regards to setting up an interview? For the Advertising and Campaigns department?” I know I sound wishy-washy, as if I’m asking her for a favor instead of setting up the first step in my career.
“One moment please.” I’m listening to cheesy ambient music before I have the chance to respond. “Thank you for holding, Miss Cole, I have openings for interviews tomorrow at 2:30 or Thursday at 4:15,” she informs me. So much for an appointment at my convenience.
“Thursday will be fine,” I try to sound confident.
“Very well, I’ve scheduled you in for 4:15 on Thursday April 2nd.”
“Thank you.”
As soon as I hang up I start jumping like an Olympic gymnast on a trampoline. I can’t help it, I’m so excited! I can’t wait to call Brianna... oh, fuck, that’s right. That won’t be happening today. Maybe never. I know from how my heart hurts at just the thought that I could never just cut her out of my life for good, even if she did hurt me. Still, I won’t be getting a hold of her anytime soon.
There’s no time to sit and wallow about that! I have a job interview to get ready for! I plop down in front of my laptop to start researching. Not on my paper that’s nearly due; that’s on the back burner for the time being. Bravark is a fantasy career for me. I’m not leaving this chair until I learn everything that I can in order to make that fantasy my reality.
Chapter 2
My gurgling stomach reminds me for the fifth time in the last half hour that I haven’t eaten anything for nearly a day. There hasn’t been enough time to rummage something up from the cornucopia of left-overs and bottles of pickles littering the fridge when I have a career to plan. Satisfaction washes over me, letting me forget my rumbling tummy for a minute as I look at my neatly compiled portfolio sitting on the edge of my flimsy Ikea desk.
Laid out on my bed is a professional but stylish blazer, a conservative pink blouse and a knee length skirt for my interview. After phoning each of my top three references, and being reassured that they are ready to sing my praises if they get a call from Bravark, I’m starting to feel optimistic about my chances.
I’m ready to shut off my phone again, sick of dealing with the endless messages all starting the same way when I hear a different voice.
“Hello, Miss Cole This is Twila Phillips from Bravark Marketing Incorporated. I’m calling to set up an interview, at your convenience, for an opening in our Advertising and Campaigns department. If you could return my call, as soon as possible, at 555-84473 extension 298, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you, Miss Cole.”
My phone almost drops from my hand. Bravark Marketing is one of the countless companies I sent my resume to after Matthew’s party. I was hoping to capitalize on my meet and greet with the head of so many marketing firms, but never actually expected to hear back from any of them.
I need to call her! Listening to the message again, this time with a pen in hand, I attempt to write down her name and phone number. My racing heart and sweaty palms make me miss a few of the numbers, so I have to listen to it for a third time before I’m confident that I have all the information down right.
Taking a few deep breaths, I try to steady my fingers to dial the number and my stomach squeezes inside me as the phone rings.
“Bravark Marketing Incorporated, we turn ideas into loyal customers, Twila Stewart speaking. How may I help you today?” Wow, that’s a mouthful.
“Hi, this is Kendra Cole. I received a phone call yesterday? In regards to setting up an interview? For the Advertising and Campaigns department?” I know I sound wishy-washy, as if I’m asking her for a favor instead of setting up the first step in my career.
“One moment please.” I’m listening to cheesy ambient music before I have the chance to respond. “Thank you for holding, Miss Cole, I have openings for interviews tomorrow at 2:30 or Thursday at 4:15,” she informs me. So much for an appointment at my convenience.
“Thursday will be fine,” I try to sound confident.
“Very well, I’ve scheduled you in for 4:15 on Thursday April 2nd.”
“Thank you.”
As soon as I hang up I start jumping like an Olympic gymnast on a trampoline. I can’t help it, I’m so excited! I can’t wait to call Brianna... oh, fuck, that’s right. That won’t be happening today. Maybe never. I know from how my heart hurts at just the thought that I could never just cut her out of my life for good, even if she did hurt me. Still, I won’t be getting a hold of her anytime soon.
There’s no time to sit and wallow about that! I have a job interview to get ready for! I plop down in front of my laptop to start researching. Not on my paper that’s nearly due; that’s on the back burner for the time being. Bravark is a fantasy career for me. I’m not leaving this chair until I learn everything that I can in order to make that fantasy my reality.
Chapter 2
My gurgling stomach reminds me for the fifth time in the last half hour that I haven’t eaten anything for nearly a day. There hasn’t been enough time to rummage something up from the cornucopia of left-overs and bottles of pickles littering the fridge when I have a career to plan. Satisfaction washes over me, letting me forget my rumbling tummy for a minute as I look at my neatly compiled portfolio sitting on the edge of my flimsy Ikea desk.
Laid out on my bed is a professional but stylish blazer, a conservative pink blouse and a knee length skirt for my interview. After phoning each of my top three references, and being reassured that they are ready to sing my praises if they get a call from Bravark, I’m starting to feel optimistic about my chances.
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