AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“My wife said that you approached our daughter and asked for a job,” he mused. “I wonder what kind of work you had in mind.”
I balked a little, realizing thatthe chick with the headset bossing the bride aroundprobably wasn’t a real title.
“I was hoping for something in event coordination,” I finally answered. “Entry level of course. But something with an opportunity for growth over time.”
“Do you have any experience in event planning?”
“I, um, no. No, I don’t,” I stammered.
“Hm…”
Mr. Farrelly wrote something down on his notepad.
“Is that a deal-breaker?” I wondered. “No formal experience?”
“It’s definitely challenging to break in someone who isn’t used to being the boss. To dealing with demands and keeping everyone in line and on the same page.”
“Oh.”
“I’m interested in why you think that you’re qualified for a career in event planning after a decade in the military,” he explained.
“Well, because… I’ve been in charge of a lot of events. Just not in the way you’re thinking.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I was in charge of a couple dozen people on military operations in the desert in Afghanistan. It was my job to be a leader. I knew where every last one of my people was supposed to be and when. And I knew that one false move could be catastrophic,” I told him. “I was a good leader, Mr. Farrelly. I was damn good at being in charge of those events. I got everyone under my command out of there alive. I’m sure that if I can handle that shit, I can handle brides.”
Mr. Farrelly looked at me for a long time before letting out the breath he was holding.
“First of all, you can’t sayshitin front of the brides,” he said.
“Right. Sorry. Old habits die hard.”
“Secondly, I think you’re underestimating how demanding brides can be,” he continued. “I was in the Army for a few years, and there are some weddings here that make boot camp look like easy street.”
I chuckled.
“Ms. Lawless, while it would certainly take some time to show you the ropes and get you accustomed to working in the wedding industry, I have no doubt that you are driven, determined, and that you don’t take crap from anyone,” he said.
“You’re right. I don’t take sh-crapfrom anyone.”
“You’re a fast learner too.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said.
“I have a few things to consider before letting you know whether or not we can hire you,” he informed me. “I’m going to have to consult my wife and see if we have room in the budget for another full-time hire. But we will be in touch.”
Mr. Farrelly offered me his hand and I shook it. Steph was right. I needed this.
Twenty-Three
Luke
“Thanks, man,” Max said as I dropped the last box of his stuff into my room.
Not my room,hisroom. And it had taken all damn day to move him in here. It was well past ten in the evening.
He sighed and looked around with an expression I knew all too well.
