Page 26 of Grimoires & Glamoury

Kathleen’s eyebrows went way up. “So, he’s a Witch too?”

That made me smile. “No, he’s not a Witch, but he is a magickal practitioner.”

“My Joe said that Montgomery is in real estate. Uptown area,” she said. “A mover and a shaker apparently.”

“Your hubby would be correct.” Thinking about what I’d learned today, I added, “It would also be fair to say that there’s a bit more to Charles Montgomery than I first assumed.”

“Joe also told me that there’s a connection between your embezzling community secretary and that poor young man who was killed.”

“They were roommates,” I said.

“And was the third roommate really an employee of Charles Montgomery?”

“Correct,” I said. “He’s missing too.”

Kathleen blew out a long breath. “That’s very concerning, Lorna.”

“I won’t argue with you about that.”

Kathleen crossed her arms. “Seems to me that after everything that has happened you need a new secretary for the Witch community business. Someone you can trust.”

Playfully, I peered at her from over the top of my glasses. “Do you have someone specific in mind?”

“Yes,” she said. “Me. I need something to get me out of the house.”

“What are your qualifications?” I asked, keeping a straight face.

“I was the church secretary for the First Presbyterian Church for over twenty years,” she told me. “I am organized and have excellent communication skills. I’m familiar with Microsoft Office Suite and have plenty of experience handling correspondence, scheduling and managing meetings.”

Nodding with approval, I said, “Maintaining discretion regarding personal information is vital. Not all of the members of the community are public Witches.”

“I understand.” She nodded in return.

“Never knew you used to work for a church,” I said, sitting back in my chair.

“Up until my diagnosis,” she admitted. “Then I took some time off and now two years out...well, it’d do me a world of good to get out occasionally. And the extra money certainly wouldn’t hurt.”

“Would you be interested in also working at the bookstore?” I asked, thinking it over. “Sometimes, I do need computer help with inputting data and maintaining the inventory.”

“I could do that.”

“Would you object to occasionally helping out on the sales floor?”

“Sounds like fun.” She waited a beat. “Dress code?”

“Office casual. Comfortable, closed toe shoes. Sneakers are fine too.”

“Can I wear nice leggings with a tunic style top?”

“Of course,” I said.

“That’s good. I don’t think I’ve worn a pair of zippered jeans in the past two years. I’m all about the leggings these days.”

“Your hired,” I told her. “Come to the store tomorrow. We’ll fill out all the forms and get you on the schedule.”

Kathleen grinned. “Awesome!”

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