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I hurried out of the law firm. I didn’t care if they were hiring or not. I could not deal with working with someone like that every day. I looked down the hallway and saw that there was another law firm at the end. I took a deep breath and walked toward it. I read the sign outside: Oliver and Sons.
“Okay, let’s see what you’re saying, Oliver and Sons,” I said as I pushed open the door. There was no one sitting at the front. “Hello?” I called out nervously.
“Just a second,” a voice sounded from the back.
“Okay,” I said, standing there and looking around.
There were files everywhere, stacks upon stacks of files, and books, and papers and pens on the floor. The office was kind of unkempt. About two minutes later, a short man with dark gray hair and big, wondrous blue eyes came into the front.
“Can I help you?” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose and blinking as he looked me over.
“Hi, I’m looking for Mr. Oliver.”
“Which one?” he said.
“Either one,” I said.
“Father or son?” he said.
“Son,” I said hopefully. I hoped he was the father and I could speak to his son because he was not the sort of person I really wanted to work for.
“Okay. I’m Oliver Junior. How can I help you?” Ugh, of course.
“My name’s Polly,” I said, opening my manila folder and taking out one of the resumes that Chelsea had printed for me. “I was wondering if you were hiring this summer looking for an intern or an employee.”
“Could you be a paralegal? What’s your experience?”
“I’m in college, so not that much experience, but…”
“How fast do you type?”
“I’m not sure.”
He blinked as he stared at me. “Well, you know, we can’t really pay much, but if you don’t mind tidying up the office and learning, then I think you might do.” He chewed on a pen and then looked at me. “What school did you say you went to?”
“I didn’t.” I shook my head. “But the information is on my resume that I just handed you.”
He stared at me for a couple of seconds. “Oh, I need you to make a phone call for me.”
“Okay.”
“I need you to call my podiatrist. I’ve got a very smelly shoe in the office. It smells like cheese, blue cheese, and that’s not a particularly nice odor, and the last time I went to court, the judge did make a comment about my cheesy feet, and I figured I should get an appointment with a podiatrist. So can you call my podiatrist and make an appointment?”
“I don’t know who your podiatrist is,” I said, feeling slightly unsure about the entire situation.
“Oh, well, you can go into the office back there and look through my stuff and…”
“I’ll be right back,” I said quickly. “I just need to…” I hurried toward the door and ran out back to the elevator. “Oh my gosh, I’ve got to get out of here,” I said.
I was going to kill Chelsea. This had been an absolutely awful idea, worse than I’d even anticipated it being. I thanked the Lord when the elevator opened and no one else was in there. As I went down to the ground floor, I prayed that I never saw any of those people again.
Chapter4
Iwas going to give Chelsea a piece of my mind. I was upset, embarrassed, annoyed, and slightly mortified, and I couldn’t wait to tell Chelsea off.
As the elevator reached the bottom floor, I was grateful that I hadn’t invested too much time or money in the process today. I groaned as I stepped out into the lobby and saw the man who had been in the elevator earlier there.
“Hi,” he said, staring at me. “Job interview go well?” I pressed my lips together and ignored him. I went to walk past him, and he chuckled. “What are you, the oldest Girl Scout in America?”
