Page 107 of Embracing the Beat
But since I’ve already lost so much, the job is the only thing left.
“I-I am, yes.”
He nods as if he expected my answer.
“I thought as much. I’m sure Human Resources will be reaching out to you to formally schedule the interview.”
“Great,” I say, trying to infuse more enthusiasm into my voice. Based on the look Phil gives me, I’m not there yet. “That’s great. Looking forward to it.”
I say goodbye and step inside my classroom, sensing his eyes on me as I lean against my desk and watch several minutes of the film I set up when I got the call from the office. Eventually the prickling at the back of my neck disappears, and I blow out a breath.
I want this job.
Don’t lie to yourself. You hate liars, remember?
If I’m being honest, there are things I want more than this job—my girlfriend, my best friend, my baby. They’re my home.
