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“I am here, Meghan. I'm sorry I got lost in my head for a moment.”
“I understand,” Meghan said. “But moping around will not make you feel better.”
“I know,” I tell her.
“Then do something about it.”
“I will soon.”
“You can, tomorrow.”
“What do you mean?” I ask perplexed. This is the most confusing phone call I've ever had.
“Our cashier got sacked yesterday. It's a crazy world, I tell you. You can apply. I'm sure Jonathan will take you on.”
I shake my head, even though Meghan isn't here to see it.
“God, no. The last thing I want to do is work for Jonathan. He spends most of his time masturbating beneath his desk.”
“It's not that bad. You just learn to ignore him.”
“I don't think I ever could,” I say, sitting up more fully. I understand that Meghan is doing all she can to get me out of my funk and make me join the world of humans again, but I know my place isn't in a mall. I could never excel there.
“I know you want to say no,” Meghan says in a soft, understanding tone.
I swallow.
“I'm sorry, Meghan. I know working where you do would be a lot of fun, but I just don't… I don't think I could ever truly be happy there.”
“I get it. Maybe you should call up your billionaire booty call.”
“We didn't even have sex.” I screech, almost jumping off the sofa.
Meghan chuckles.
“But y'all had tongue—"
“Meghan!” I cut her off.
I pause when I suddenly remember that Sebastian did indeed offer me a job. I had completely forgotten about it.
“Meghan,” I begin again. “Sebastian did want me to be a nanny to his daughter, Callie.”
There is a pause at the other end.
“And you are just now telling me?”
“I didn't think I would ever consider going back on my word as I outright rejected his offer.” I confide.
“Yet, here you are,” Meghan states. “You should call him up.”
“I'm very certain he's gotten someone already.”
“Someone he could easily dismiss at the drop of a hat, just like you were. I've told you, Paislee, the world is a dark, cruel, and unfair place.”
I sigh. Even though I do not subscribe to Meghan's jaded view on life, I can't help but think that she has a point. I had been Sebastian's first choice. Maybe he had not employed someone else yet. Maybe he had and would, like my jaded friend pointed out, drop them. I only need to call him to be sure.
“You do have a point, my washed-out friend.”
