Make the call

It sounded shady, but the 100 dollars per day was also too busy to pass up. Besides, what could a phone call hurt?

I called the number, noticing that my hands were shaking; I felt like I was doing something dirty, but it was exciting at the same time.

“Stafford Publishing Services, this is Mary,” came a husky sounding voice over the phone. I couldn’t help but notice how similar it sounded to mine and a tingle of déjà vu ran down my spine with the excitement.

“Hi, I’m calling in response to the ad in the paper?”

“Yes, Ms…”

“You can call me Becky,” I said quickly. I don’t know why I gave them a false name, but it felt right to do at the time.

“Well, Becky, I cannot reveal too much about the job over the phone, but I can say that we are looking for a Special Services Assistant and a Service Technician. If you’d like, you can come to our offices and have an interview at your convenience. Does that interest you?”

I had no idea what those two jobs required, but part of me told me to jump on it, the other part of me was panicking.

“Yes, I’ll be available tomorrow at 10am, if that works out.”

“Yes,” Mary said, a tingle of excitement in her voice. “Tomorrow at 10 would be perfect. Please wear business attire, and you may only interview for one of the jobs, so please think about the titles and what may be required of you in that position,” Mary said and she hung up.

“What the fuck is a Special Services Assistant or a Service Technician do at a publishing company?” I found myself asking.