Sheath, Part 7

Yukino awoke

  Like I said before:  I went to bed happy and I woke up happy.  "This job interview is going to be great!" I thought.  "The interview's at ten, so I have... time."

I looked at the clock... it was nine! "Oh crap!"  I shouted!  BAM BAM!!!  My neighbors hit the wall!

"Shut up!"

"We have kids!"

"So?"

"They don't need to hear that!"

"They're going to have to learn it sometime!"  Then the husband called me a bad word.

"And you're worried about my mouth?!"  That shut him up.  The nerve of some people... what was I saying before?  Oh yeah!  Now I had to get ready.

  I jumped into my room,  threw on a black dress, and brushed my teeth.  I didn't put on any make up though, it just feels really fake. Then I was out the door in under a minute!  I didn't even eat!  Good thing I wasn't hungry.  I was in the car and driving to the gallery.

  It wasn't far, but then something happened.  I thought "What if I don't get the job?"  It had been a fear that I hadn't thought about.  I didn't have any job skills.  I had always made enough money off my paintings,... and credit cards. The only job I had ever worked was McDonalds in high school.  That meant... someone else might get the job, and... where would that leave me?  Poor?

  Though I had to stop thinking about it.  I was there.  I stepped out of the car, and walked up to the door.  I stood there a moment... then I took a deep breath, and walked through the door.

The inside of the building was white, and quaint, just like the outside.  There was a woman sitting at a desk, and the walls behind her were covered with paintings.  The woman herself was tall.  That was really all I noticed,  except one thing.  Her nose, her long sweeping nose.  She was as intimidating as she was tall.

"May I help you?" she said, her voice was cold.

"I'm here for the interview."

"Ah yes... follow me."

I followed her into a small room off to the left.  The room was white with two chairs and a table.  I sat down on one end, and she sat down on the other.

"My name is Matilda Granov, and if you impress me,  I'll be your boss."  I gulped.  "So what makes you think you are qualified to work here?"

"Well... I can hang paintings, and make sales."  All she did was raise an eyebrow, and not in a good way.  "Actually I'm here because I'm a painter myself, and struggling with money."  then her expression softened.  She now looked sweet... and caring... like a grandmother.

"Tell me more."  she said.  So I told her... everything.  About the auction.  About the repo notice.  We had just met, and we were talking like life long friends.  Then she said:

"I'm so sorry."

"It's fine."

"... Are you willing to learn the ropes?"

"Yes!"

"Welcome aboard!  You start tomorrow!"

"Thank you!  I won't let you down!"

"I know."

Then I went home... happy.