Best Job Ever

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  • Published: 21 Nov 2012
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What happens when a simple job interview brings you face to face with the love of your life? Meet Brooke, a 20 year old American, in England for college, studying at the prestigious Oxford University. It's summertime and she applies for a job as a maid and cook. Seems simple enough, right? Wrong. This job takes her through twists and turns, love and heartbreak, but best of all, she gets 4 new best friends/brothers and a sole mate. A job this amazing can only be described as the "Best Job Ever". WARNING: Some chapter have elements that can be triggering. And LANGUAGE! Some chapters have a lot of cursing. xxBo<3

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2. Surprise

 

I think about what I said earlier. I was so obsessed when I was younger, heck, even now. But nothing to show for it. I go to sleep. When my alarm clock goes off, its 5 o’clock. The interview starts at 9.  I start my shower. After getting ready, it’s 8:30. I hop into my cherry red Volkswagen Beetle.  It drive to the address I was given and when I pull up, I start shaking.  It’s this large white apartment building. I drive up, park by where it says office, and get out of my car. I walk up to the door and open it, hand shaking. “Hello! Are you Mrs. Thorson?” A man with a heavy English accent looks at me. “Yes,” I say “And it’s Ms.” “Oh, sorry. Come on, Come on!” He gestures for me to come. I step forward and look around.  It a typical apartment building, except it’s made for flats. The man stops at a plain white door.  He knocks and a man wearing a white hoodie that zips up over his face answers.  “Sir,” says the man from the office “This is Ms. Thorson.” I offer my hand. The man in the hoodie shakes it. I wonder how he can see through the hoodie. “Thank you, John.” The man in the hoodie says. John leaves. The hoodie man (that’s his name now) gestures for me to enter.  As I walk in, I notice that it’s not a hoodie, it’s a onesie. He sits me down at a table in the dining room and sits across from me. My hands are clammy. “So, Brooke, tell me about yourself.” “Um, okay. I’m from Lubbock, Texas. I’m 20 years old. I’m a student at Oxford studying history.” “Alright, I’m going to take you on a tour of the flat.” He leads out of the dining room and into the kitchen.  I admire the marble countertops. “You cook?” He asks me. “Yeah, a little.” I reply. He leads me into the living room. It’s a little dirty with crumbs EVERYWHERE. He gestures for me to follow him. He leads me into the first bedroom. It is filthy. Clothes everywhere, trash, food. My eyes widen. “That’s my roommate’s room. Now you see why we need a maid.” I nod. “My room’s not that bad. We’ll skip it.” He leads me back down to the living room. He says “You’ve held out after…” “Yeah,” I say “I’ve seen worse.” “Alright.” He says. “Hey, Lou!” He calls out toward the messy room. “Yeah?” Lou replies. “Come here!” Hoodie man turns toward me. “You wanna a job?” “Yes, yes, yes!” I exclaimed. Lou comes in, face zipped up with a bodysuit on.  “Oh, Hazza, you did it! She was okay with my room?” Hazza? “Should we tell her who we are?” Hazza says. Lou and Hazza? “Oh my god! You’re and You’re…” I say. “Yep.” They say. “Surprise.” Lou says weakly.

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