Cold Feet

VIOLA

I can’t believe my luck. I had thought I wasn’t going to hear from Clark soon, if ever again but he calls me a few days after I spoke with him the first time. He sounds unbelievably cheerful.

“Viola,” he finishes my name in a sing song tone. “I have something I think you’re going to love.”

I get excited just by the tone in his voice. “What is it?” I ask excitedly.

“Well, there is a wedding planner who asked me to find her an assistant before we spoke. I gave her a call and told her about you. She recalls you well and is eager to give you a chance to get back in the game.”

“Okay. So I would be her assistant?”

“Actually no. I spoke to her about you for that job but it turns out she’s got a whole new idea that she wants to launch and she wants to ask you if you’d be interested to head up this project.”

“What is the project?”

“She didn’t say but she wants to discuss it with you directly. She says she thinks you’ll love it. It needs entrepreneurialism, creativity, a self starter, and she thinks you have all those qualities. She also said the pay is good.”

“Okay, I’m interested,” I say. “I know Lara. She’s a nice person and I think we could work well together.”

“Great!” Clark says. “So shall I get her to call you?”

“That would be good but I work shifts. It would be better if you give me her number or you give her mine. Then we can message and arrange a time to talk. I don’t want to miss her call. It will be really unprofessional and this sounds like a good opportunity.”

“Okay,” Clark says happily. “I’ll arrange everything.”

“Thanks Clark.”

I can’t believe my luck. It’s sounds like it’s a perfect opportunity and I hope

that I haven’t had in a long

I keep checking my phone for a message from Clark but it doesn’t come. These things take time, I tell myself

shift finishes and when I get home, I’ve given up hope on getting a message. It’s late and there’s no chance that I’m going to get a message at this hour. I take

my phone rings. It’s from an unknown number and normally I don’t answer calls from unknown numbers but this morning

after

I have to refrain from letting

Viola. This is

hugest smile. I struggle to close my

small talk before Lara

tell you what I have

opportunity and that you think I might be a good fit in respect of being a self starter, entrepreneur, and creative but he didn’t tell me

new niche service. It’s for

“Elope?” I ask confused.

“Yes,” Lara says.

get on a plane or get in a car and do

We can offer limo rental, jets, hotel bookings, rings, dresses, everything they

picture what the service would look like. The more I listen and the more I think, the more I believe it can work. By

assistant position if you want. It’s

suppressing the urge to yell into the phone. “I am really grateful that you thought of me for

hear her happiness in her voice. “Don’t you want

care. It could pay almost nothing