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“No, I don’t mean seriously like, ‘That’s how much money?’ But seriously, do you want me to enter a wet T-shirt competition?”
“What? Like you’ve never gotten a T-shirt wet before?” She shook her head. “You’ve never been to the beach?” She gave me a look like I was a liar, but if she couldn’t tell the difference between swimming and showing off your tits for money, then she had bigger issues.
“Yeah, I’ve been to the beach, but I haven’t had people hose me down so they can see my naked breasts. Do you really think I’m going to consider doing something like that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I was just letting you know because you sounded kind of desperate, but obviously you have another way to get money and get into an apartment by the end of the week.”
I bit down on my lower lip. “Thanks, Brittany. I appreciate all your help. You’ve just been an amazing well of information.”
“You’re welcome, Harriet,” she said, grinning at me. “Well, anyways, I got to get to work. David wants me to do some overtime.” She winked at me. “If you know what I mean.” She stuck her finger in her mouth and pretended to suck on it, and I just shook my head and tried not to gag. Maybe Brittany would give Louisa a run for her money as blow job queen.
One thing I wouldn’t miss about living in this house was living with Brittany. She was the sort of woman I despised. She got by on just her looks. She had no personality; she was vapid, vacant, and stupid, yet she always seemed to end up on her feet. Or maybe it was her knees. I giggled to myself at the thought. I was being a bitch, and I knew it, but I didn’t care.
“What’s so funny?” she asked me, tossing her long blond hair to the side.
“Nothing. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay, talk to you later, Harriet.” She walked to the door, looked over her shoulder, and grinned at me. “It’s Brittany, bitch.”
“Okay.” I nodded, trying not to roll my eyes. Brittany was stupid. I didn’t know any other person that left the conversation by saying their name and adding bitch at the end, but she thought it was super cool.
I sighed as I went and picked up my phone. I saw that I had a missed call from Molly and decided to call her back.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked as she picked up the phone.
“I am so sorry that I got you fired,” she said into the phone. “I was totally not expecting Charlotte to do that.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not your fault.” I frowned. What was she talking about?
“But you were only helping me practice for the audition and I’m sure that’s why you were being rude and mean because the character was like that and—”
“Yeah, well, it’s fine.” I didn’t bother correcting her. “I most probably needed to get out of there anyway. That guy was a fucking jackass, and if I ever see him again—”
“I know he was horrible. Who walks around Port Sunshine in a suit?” she said. “You don’t think he was an agent, do you?”
“What?” I was flummoxed by her question. Molly was even more out of it than my mother.
“I was thinking about it, and it suddenly struck me. What if he was an agent that heard about me and my acting skills and was trying to check out whether he wants to cast me in a new movie and—”
“Oh my God, Molly. You’re not serious right now.”
“I was just wondering if you thought that could possibly be the case.”
“I don’t think so.” I let out a deep sigh and picked up the newspaper again. “I think he was just a businessman passing through.” My eyes spied a job that I hadn’t yet seen before.
Wanted. Live-in housekeeper. Excellent pay. Inquire at this number.
“Hey, Molly,” I said softly, excitement running through my veins.
“Yeah, Harriet?”
“Can I call you back? I’ve just seen an interesting position, and I think I might apply for it. I’ll speak to you later?”
“Okay. But you let me know if you think that guy was a producer or director or something, like—”
“Bye, Molly,” I said and hung up. I wasn’t sure why I was surrounded by so many insipid and selfish people, but I couldn’t think about that right now.
I knew next to nothing about being a housekeeper, but this job would kill two birds with one stone. I needed a place to live, and I needed a job. And sure, I wasn’t the best cook, and I wasn’t the best cleaner, but I could fake it. I could fake it with the best of them. All I needed was an interview. I was a people person, and if I could get an interview, I was sure I could impress enough to get the job. And even if it only lasted for a couple of months, that would be okay. I would save every single penny that I made.
