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“We’re um…” an unrecognizable emotion flashes itself ever so briefly. “We’re still discussing those things.”
“You mean fighting about.”
“I mean relationships are about compromise and weathering more than just the sunshine together.”
Sensing where this conversation is headed leads me to returning my attention to my cell. “Pass.”
“Bryn-”
“Mega pass.”
“Br-”
“Beam me up elsewhere level of pass, Mom,” sardonically slips past my lips. “I do not wanna talk about the captain of the USS Assholeoprise who had the balls to accuse me of being a camouflage cunt for hire sent aboard his ship to seek and destroy his entire crew.” Answering an unexpected text from Puppet Boy is attached to me sneering, “Never mind his. Total. Fucking. Disregard. For you or all you’ve done for his billionaire basking shark ass for the past goddamn decade.” My furious stabbing at the keys momentarily pauses to shoot her an indignant glare. “Except he isn’t a fucking basking shark because they’re social creatures and can establish stable relationships while he can’t! Someone rises to the fucking challenge of getting to know him, figuring out how to fucking date him, learning to fucking lov-” Bitterness flows across my tongue burning away the end of the sentence. “And what’s his response? Accuse her of wanting his money – which she’s never asked for – selling their most intimate moment to a trash mag – ruining her own ability to walk outside without being hounded by the media – and then hitting her as well as her mom with a bullshit lawsuit!”
“Rest assured, Bryn, that lawsuit issue will be dealt with. I have us an attorney if it truly comes to that.”
“Is he single?” I playfully poke in an effort to switch topics.
“Bryn.”
“I’m not really into being someone’s mistress but tough times call for tough choices.”
“Brynley Elizabeth!”
“She has to finish getting ready for work right now; however, feel free to leave a message after she listens to this voicemail.” A teasing wink shot in her direction is followed by me placing the call to my inbox on speaker and resuming the hair battle I had momentarily left.
After the opening announcement about how many messages I have, the actual recording begins, “My name is Colleen Post. I am head of the HR department for The Bower and Powell Aquatic Institute. This message is intended for Miss Brynley Winters.”
The announcement of her position ceases me from curling another strand.
“Apologies for the late Sunday afternoon call. There was an issue with the rehabilitation release of Booger, the green sea turtle, and then that paperwork was a nightmare which put all other certification paperwork behind and-” Her abrupt cut off causes a small eyebrow crinkle. “Not important to this call. Apologies again. Little scattered brained. It’s been an afternoon.”
I helplessly smirk in understanding.
“I’m calling to officially offer you the job of public aquatic adviser.”
My mom’s entire demeanor instantly shifts.
“While you are beyond qualified for several of our other marine life programs, the lack of openings at this time is the reason I am extending to you this particular position. However, your name and information will be on file and in the system for the other departments to include in their consideration process when there are openings.”
Despite knowing that going into the interview, I can’t help but feel a shark tooth of disappointment.
I crushed the whole thing.
I was charming.
And witty.
And whimsical while simultaneously proving how well versed in the field of marine life I am.
In spite of knowing that I was technically going in to discuss becoming a giftshop girl or tour guide Barbie, I held out hope that they’d have something better to offer me.
But obviously they didn’t.
Which sucks.
However, hearing I’m qualified and that there’s a possibility this position will just be temporary is less shitty.
