Chapter 11
Michael was the first one to get a job, in a grower’s mart. It wasn’t anything grand—unloading the various trucks when they came in, usually early in the morning, keeping the fruit and vegetable stands rotated and stocked, and some work on the credit register when the girls had their lunch breaks. Meanwhile, he was keeping an eye open for vacancies in the publishing industry. He’d made himself a curriculum vitae, padding out whatever information he couldn’t put in with a little help from the local Auckland business directory.
Bevan, on the other hand, was a little more ‘selective,’ was the word he had used, when looking through the Positions Vacant listings, and no amount of persuasion from Michael could sway him. Eventually, he got a position as maître d’ in a high class rest
