The interview with Marseya was a little bit different. It was obvious that she totally trusted Andrea's ability to determine whether I could do the job or not.

What she wanted to know was how she and I and Andrea, of course, were going to work together; whether the personalities would mesh.

Her husband David didn't seem to enter into the picture. I guess I was to be primarily working for her but she didn't state that. I made a mental note to ask Andrea later if my assumption was correct. That's assuming I got the job.

Marseya seemed the most concerned about my ability to deal with the famous personalities in the film business since I grew up in Bumfuck, Nowhere.

"I know who they are," I said with a shrug. "I'm not culturally illiterate, I just don't give a shit. My nickname in high school was Jaded 'cause nothing much impresses me."

Marseya finally cracked a smile. "Okay ,Jaded, how about we take you on for a thirty day trial? Does that work for you?"

I guess being a smart ass is the right thing to do sometimes.

"That would be fabulous," I was honestly appreciative.

"Even if we don't suit each other, that gives me a roof over my head for long enough to get situated in your lovely town. But I promise to work my proverbial tush off for you."

"I expect nothing less," Marseya was so businesslike I wondered if she ever loosened up. This chick seriously needed a drink and a good *****. I wondered whether her husband could get it up at sixty-ish. It sure didn't look like it.

I plastered a grateful smile on my face as Marseya shot some instructions—or were they orders?—at Andrea.

"Take Jada back, make a deal with her, and get her settled in the other guest house. I'll see you both in the morning."

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NEXT POSTING ON WEDNESDAY, JUNE 4TH. PLEASE COME BACK.

Thank you for reading, Jada

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