ZOE
"Yes, yes, I accept the job." My voice came out softer than I expected, barely a thread between the hum of the cars outside and the nervous tic of my foot tapping the floor.
The silence on the other end of the line was brief. The recruiter sounded satisfied, almost too satisfied. I found myself having to consider that job offer I received from one of my Aunt Mirta's neighbors, just after turning eighteen.
Ramiro, the recruiter, always told me that although being a waitress at the Sports Club sounded degrading, the truth was I didn't need to sleep with the clients. "All you have to do is dress nicely and wait at tables. The clients will give you good tips."
I had always refused, but life often threw curveballs and there I was, accepting the job ten years later.
"Perfect, Miss Morel
