How To Find Your Future

5 - A Fitting Job For A Fiery Girl

Charlie

Olivia.

Her name is Olivia. I grin. I wouldn't have expected a fiery red head to be named Olivia. But the name fits her.

I take a bit out of the Cherry Chocolate. I close my eyes and savor the taste of the bitter cherries balancing out with the chocolate. I can see why this is her favorite fudge. It also fits her.

Now I have to find a job that fits her.

I pull out my phone and shoot dad a text.

You still at the office?

It doesn't take long before he responds with a simple yes.

I package the fudge backup and continue heading down Main Street. I was surprised to find that my dad's office and the fudge bakery were so close to each other. I'd never even seen the bakery before and I used to pass it almost every day when I was younger.

Shortly I end up at my dad's office. It's this simple brownish red brick building with a modern slick black door. The words etched into the glass above reads Career Paths.

I walk into the building. The first thing I'm greeted by is an oval desk with an older lady sitting behind it.

"Charlie." She grins, showing me her gums and false teeth. "Good to see you, hon."

I grin. "Hi Ms Wankle. How are you?"

"So polite." She giggles. "I'm doing fine. Here to see your father?"

I nod. I stick my hands into my pockets.

"He's just down in his office."

"Thank you." I wave and head down the maze of a hallway to my dad's office.

I know this place like the back of my hand. So it only takes me three left turns and two right turns to reach the oak door with my dads name on the door. I give three quick knocks before peeking my head in.

My dad sits behind his desk, he's bent over typing furiously on his computer. Each time his brown curls fall into his face he pauses in typing and blows them out of his face.

"Dad?" I question.

He jumps in his chair. His blue eyes wide as he turns toward the door.

"Charlie!" he exclaims. "Don't scare me like that."

"I knocked."

He runs a hand over his face. "I guess I didn't hear you."

"Working hard?"

He nods. "I've taken on a few too many clients and now they're all trying to schedule for the same time."

I walk farther into the room and sit down in one of his chairs across from him. "What are you going to do?" I lean back in the chair.

"I have to try and find different times. I first have to honor the one who asked first and now all the other ones are arguing with me about it."

"Can't you just drop them if they aren't cooperating?" I don't know why I bother asking this question when I already know what he's going to say.

He smiles softly. "You know I can't do that. I made a commitment to them to help them find a stable job that they'll like."

I nod. "I know." That's one of the reasons I love my dad. No matter how hard it gets or how stressed he gets, he'll always stick with you and never leave you to drown. "I actually have a question for you. Regarding helping people find jobs."

This gets his full attention. He stops typing and turns to me. "Oh? What is it?"

I lean forward and place my elbows on my knees. "So there's this girl-"