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It was late afternoon by the time I finished sending out applications. I kept in mind that these places would likely see my qualifications and short tenure at AMH, then immediately jump at the opportunity to hire someone who has been on the inside of the place. More importantly, though, they would conduct blood tests during the hiring process. Some media houses clarified upfront that they didn’t hire supernaturals, making the elimination process easy.
I was just ensuring that my application to De Ville Media had been acknowledged when another email came in. The name of the sender had me sitting up abruptly.
Azazel Ambrosehad just emailed me, unless my eyes were suddenly deceiving me.
I squinted at the unopened email. I wasn’t sure I could put it past Sariel to do something like this, but I opened it anyway.
To:Me
From:Azazel Ambrose
Subject:RE: Your termination at AMH.
Dear Ms. Gribald,
I have only just been informed of your termination from the company, and I regret that it has taken me this long to communicate my sincerest apologies to you. Ambrose Media House does not tolerate discrimination of any kind. The premise of your termination was unfounded, and frankly embarrassing to hear about.
I was able to personally review your application and read some of the pieces you’ve written on your blog. Your work on the discrimination and segregation of fallen-blood wolves was incredible, and I am disappointed that my staff could not spot your talent immediately. I recognize that this might be an unconventional approach, but I would like to offer you a different job—an intermediate-level position where you report directly to one of our senior writers. I would personally oversee your contract, and I am prepared to pay you for your qualifications.
I’m looking forward to hearing from you at your earliest convenience.
Regards,
Azazel Ambrose
Chief Executive Officer
Ambrose Media House
I was gaping by the end of the email.
I reread it. Then I reread itagain. I was sure this was his work email—I’d seen it enough over the weeks that it was hard to forget.
But this?Thiswas too good to be true.
I noticed that he hadn’t apologized for his son's part in me getting fired. As much as I hoped otherwise, if Sariel feltthatstrongly about what I was, then it was more than likely a bias he had inherited from his father. So, I closed the email out and tried to pretend it didn’t exist.
I tried to pretend that all of my dreams coming through wasn’t just a single email away.
I busied myself with cleaning my apartment, hoping that it would distract me enough that I wouldn’t spend my day agonizing over whether or not it would hurt to respond. After I had scrubbed every surface until I could see my face in them and changed every sheet, curtain, and even the covers on my couch cushions, I decided that grocery shopping was next.
It was while I was in the fresh produce aisle that my phone rang. The caller ID showed an unknown number, but I answered anyway, propping it between my ear and shoulder as I inspected some tomatoes.
“Hello?” I answered crisply.
“Hello, Ms. Gribald.”
The unmistakable voice of Azazel Ambrose filtered through my speakers, and I dropped the tomatoes like they’d burnt me to grab for my phone.
“Mr. Ambrose?” I asked, trying and failing to conceal my surprise. This could only mean one thing: The email had been genuine.
“Yes,” he chuckled. “I’m assuming you haven’t gotten my email.”
Lie. Lie, Aria.
“No, sir, I have not,” I said, anxiety bubbling in my gut.
“That’s fine. I emailed to apologize for your wrongful termination,” he started. My mouth dried. Hope bloomed in me like a dehydrated hydrangea submerged in water. “You’ll find the extent of my apology in the email itself, but I wanted to offer you a job. I found your articles and blog posts. You’re incredibly talented, and I am appalled that it was wasted at the reception desk. I’m embarrassed by the incompetence of my staff.”
