Blood Trial Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #1) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,12
it’s a miracle I even got an interview. So I won’t hold my breath—I’ll keep an eye on my emails and keep applying for jobs in the meantime.”
“Check now,” Tommy said, drawing out her phone—another of my hand-me-downs.
“Chh, like they’ve already emailed.” I still reached for the offered phone, entering her passcode.
She made eyes at Misery again as I logged into my email.
“Are you going to get his number?” I murmured, waiting for the page to load.
She hummed. “He’s on thin ice. I’ve given him the look twice. He’s either not into me or not confident. I’ll give him one more go and then cut him loose.”
I chuckled, but it faded as my eyes snagged on the top email in my inbox. “Whoa. I have an email from them.” I read the subject lines of the other emails. There was one from my grandmother that I wasn’t touching. The others were from companies I purchased products from in the past and now they felt they could email me for the rest of my life.
Tommy rounded the table. “Open it.” She slapped my arm.
“Ouch. I’m doing it.” I clicked on the email and scanned the contents in mounting disbelief.
I turned to Tommy, my mouth slightly ajar. “Are you reading what I’m reading?”
She recited, “Dear Miss Basi, thank you for your interest in the trainee position at Live Right Realty. We were delighted with your résumé and interview and would like to offer you the position.”
The email went on to detail the payment structure and duration of the traineeship.
“Thirty thousand for the year,” I said, glancing at Tommy. I spent that much in a week sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time. “Is that good?”
She grimaced. “No. But it’s a traineeship. When you complete the training, your salary will go up. By a lot usually. I earn thirty-seven thousand a year. Plus, this says that you’ll receive a 1 percent commission bonus of any house you secure.”
“Is that normal terminology for real estate? Secure.” It sounded weird to me. Though my work experience was limited to large-scale, international businesses to be fair—none of which involved realty.
Her face was as blank as mine.
I chewed on my lip. “I have almost no money. I need to take this job.”
“You have nearly three thousand dollars, Basi. That isn’t no money,” she said drily.
What? My pocket change? I hurried to shove down my confusion, feeling that this might be a Y S I S moment.
“Yes, of course,” I said hastily. “But I have to get a place to live.”
Tommy nodded. “True. You’ll need to pay a bond and get a few things for that. Cheap things.” She glanced at me.
I waved her away. “I know, I know. I’m going to email Live Right back now. It says that I’ll start the day after tomorrow if I accept the role.”
“Basil…”
At her odd tone, I glanced up.
She hesitated. “This isn’t coming from a jealous place, so don’t mistake it for that. It’s just… I know a bunch of people who’ve gone for that job. No one ever gets it. You said the receptionist was looking at your pack and digging for your last name. Are you certain she didn’t put two-and-two together? What if she only offered the role because you’re a Le Spyre?”
I lowered her phone to the table.
Tommy’s face flushed. “Oh, I’ve gone and done it. Sorry, my love. Ignore me. I wasn’t there. You should trust your gut.”
“No,” I said slowly. “You have a point.” She wasn’t saying anything I hadn’t thought myself.
I stared at the phone in my hand—at the empty reply tab I’d opened. “There aren’t any pictures of me online and very little information. Daniel and the rest of our security team ensure anything that does pop up is immediately taken down. The only connection Live Right would have is my first name and that I own an expensive pack. A background check won’t yield anything.”
“I’d just hate for you to be drawn back into that game,” she said in a hushed voice.
Rock and a hard place. Somewhere I hated to be—except for that one time with the Caveman.
“If I stay at Live Right for a week or two, I get money for that time, right?” I asked Tommy.
She nodded.
“Then I’ll work there for now and keep interviewing to find something else. If I feel like they’re using me for my estate connections, I’ll jump ship. I can resist for a couple of weeks if they pressure me.”