Begin Again

Chapter Four

"I need to stop sleeping on myself. Wake up and do it on my own."

Salomé's P.O.V.

Three months later, I've still been living with my sister. Life is wonderful with her, no doubt about that, but I can't help the underlying fear I have that Richard will find me.

"...Salomé!"

I jerked up, startled to see my sister towered above me with her hands at her waist.

"What?" I asked, brows arched in concern.

"What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" I gestured to the food on my lap, and the bed I was sitting on. "Eating breakfast in bed."

Rachel exhaled a huge sigh, as she carefully sat beside me.

"I meant, what are you doing with your life? Here you are, just lazing around and wasting your life away! This isn't like you and it's been months! I know what you need..."

She lifted herself up and began to move my tray away from me.

"Hey, what are you-?"

"What I should've done a long time ago, sis. Believe me, sitting around feeling sorry for yourself is okay for a couple of weeks, not months! We need to get you freshened up and most importantly," she paused to collect her thoughts, "Get you a job."

"A job? Doing what, exactly?" I hadn't worked and earned money for myself ever since I had married him, so what would I be able to do? Rachel quickly inspected the room, as if she was in fear of someone overhearing.

"Don't say you heard this from me." She moved me, so we were sitting back on the edge of the bed.

"Heard what? For goodness' sake, you're scaring me, Rach." I whispered, unsure of what was making her so suspicious.

"Basically, at the bar, I overheard some women talking about a new position as the CEO's secretary at Baxter's, so I thought that would be perfect for you, don't you think?"

A secretary? Me? Well, my typing skills were pretty good and I've always been known to be a good organizer. But...

"What about a CV or resumé? I have no-one to reference me, so the skills I have won't even matter."

Rachel placed her knuckles on her cheek, and thought to herself for a while.

"Look... Why don't you just give it a try? Even offer to work for free for a while until they find a permanent employee. There's honestly no harm in trying and if that doesn't work, I'll have to resort to drastic measures to ensure you get the job." She hissed, rubbing both palms together in a sinister fashion.

"Oh, yeah?" I sneered, straining to contain my laughter. "And what are these supposed drastic measures, then?"

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about that. But come on!" She leapt up, and strode towards her wardrobe.

"Of course, you'll need to make yourself presentable," She continued, analyzing the many clothes she had. "We don't have enough time for a full makeover but we should be able to make you look half decent enough-"

"Wait, the interview is today?!" I interrupted, annoyed at my sister's lack of empathy and punctuality. "I'm not ready, I need time to think of good things about me!"

"No, you won't!" she exclaimed, now bent down as she rummaged for a suitable pair of shoes. "You're amazing and I know how much better you work under pressure. You'll ace this or my name isn't Rachel!"