I'm sitting at home laying in bed. That nightly numbness is back, no biggie. I haven't been really anxious about Mr. Goodman's call. If he wants me to work with him, he does. If he doesn't, he doesn't. My cat is laying next to me. His name is Winston. I love Winston. He loves the food I give him. I slightly jump as my phone starts to sing to me. "Oooh baby, baby, it's a-," it's cut off by me answering it. "Hello?" "Hi, is this Y/N?" A gravelly voice answered on the other side. "Yes. Mr. Goodman?" "Mhm... How would you like to come in tomorrow for training? I quite liked my interview with you."
I blushed and responded, "Sure, what time?" "10 AM." And with that, he put down the phone and hung up. Rude. Who does he think he is? I think to myself. I give my cat a little pat on the head then head off to do my nightly routine before I go to sleep. Big day tomorrow.
