Resentment - (18+)

C15

MIA

I refresh my screen for the umpteenth time today, staring at the influx of new emails in my inbox. I don't want to get my hopes up, but I know I need to find out if any of them are interview or job offers after all my hard work.

I cross my fingers and click on the first email.

Subject: Open position

Dear Mia Gray,

Thank you for your application for curator with Brooks Museum. Although we are impressed with your experience, we are unable to offer you employment at this time.

Thank you, for your interest.

Human Resources.

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Subject AUTO-RESPONSE Curator application

Dear Applicant,

We have received your application for gallery manager at our Shady Oaks location. Unfortunately, you do not meet our requirements and your application will not go any further in the hiring process.

Best of luck in your search,

INT. Galleries

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Subject: It's not personal, but...

Hey, Mia, this is James. We met last week at Venture Gallery and me and my team were really impressed with you. However, and this is a HUGE "however," my ex-wife's name is Mia and I detest her very soul. Like, if I could get away with murder, I wouldn't hesitate to show up to her house and set it afire so...Since I'm sure you're not open to changing your name, and I'll still know deep-down that your real name is "Mia" even if you did, I just can't bring you aboard here.

I'm sorry.

James.

What the hell...

Groaning, I skim through the rest of the new emails. They're all rejections. I don't bother writing back a professional, "Thank you for your time anyway." message for any of them. I delete my entire inbox and shut off my laptop. I decide to switch gears and check a couple new voicemails waiting on my cell phone instead.

I lay back across my bed as the first message plays.

"Hello?" a deep male voice says. "Hello? Oh, okay it's voicemail." He clears his throat. "This message is for Nancy - Oh, shit, wait... Is this taping?"

There's a long pause and then the voice comes back on.

"My bad, this message is for Mia. Mia Gray. Thank you for coming in, but I don't think you're going to work for us. To be honest, you're a little too something for us. Not sure what it is, but you have a little too much of it. So... Yeah, that's it. Bye."

I delete the message and go to the next.

"Hey, Mia, this is Michelle Henderson from The Hamilton Array. I really enjoyed meeting you and I'd love to meet with you one on one. It's currently 1:36 p.m. on Thursday. I'm going to be in my office until 4:00 today. You can either call me back, or I'll email you. But if you could make it in at any point today, that would be great."

HELL YES!

I replay the message a few more times to make sure I'm hearing it properly, then I call her right back and agree to come in for a second interview before their office closes today. I quickly change into a professional outfit and leave the condo, walking the short distance to Eric's tattoo shop.