“My name is Annie Vans and I believe that one of your managers spoke to you. I amScott’s friend,” she offered as I noticed a drawl in her voice.
“I was interested in a job there since I just got laid off. I have an apartment that I don’t want to lose and Scot says that you’re busy this time of year…well, every time of year.” She laughed and I smiled.
“What was the former job?” I asked as she told me that it was at a warehouse for a smaller shipping company, one that I knew mishandled their finances from word of mouth.
“I know that you have experience then. Come in this afternoon or tomorrow morning, if that isn’t too soon?” She agreed with relief in her voice and told me she’d be there at three o clock to talk to me. “We have an interview today.” Mark looked at me as he sipped his sod
