L.a. Woman. Cathy Yardley
He hugged her, and it was nice—even if Judith was frowning. Kit just gave her a friendly half nod, and the two of them trooped out, closing the door behind them.
“Who were those characters?” Judith said.
Sarah smiled, looking down at the card. “Friends,” she said. “My first friends here.”
Judith’s lips pursed. “You really need to be more careful, Sarah. They could be dangerous.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Sarah,” Judith said. Now that the men were gone, disapproval replaced fear. “Honestly. This isn’t Fairfield.”
“So. We’re having brunch?” Sarah didn’t want to be reminded, or lectured.
“I know you’re looking for the perfect job, but I thought you might want to try advertising. I mean, you’ve done P.R. and a little ad sales, so why not try the agency?”
Ordinarily, Sarah would have considered the agency on the same level as, say, becoming a freelance sump pump service tech. But she didn’t have a lot of options. “I’m a little less picky than I thought I’d be,” Sarah replied.
Judith smiled. “I thought we’d eat and go over your résumé. I seem to remember a spot opening up on Account Management,” Judith said, all business now. “I don’t have any particular restaurant in mind, but I’m sure there’s going to be something fairly close by. This is West Hollywood, after all.”
“What, is that a good restaurant part of town?”
Judith sent her a little puzzled grin. “Sarah…don’t you know about West Hollywood?”
Sarah frowned. “What about it?”
“Your friend Taylor is a shining example of the residents of West Hollywood,” Judith said.
“So what?” Sarah huffed impatiently. “I like Taylor. And he’s right, I need to shower and change my clothes real quick…”
“Notice how many men are around here?” Judith interrupted. “Good-looking, well dressed….”
Something tugged at Sarah’s hangover-fogged consciousness. A very faint light went on. “Wait a minute. You mean, I’m living in the…”
“Gay district,” Judith said, nodding. “I thought everybody knew.”
“Oh.” Sarah blinked.
Benjamin wasn’t going to be thrilled about this. She could just tell.
Just get the job, Sarah.
Sarah stood in Becky Weisel’s office, in the ad agency where Judith worked, albeit on a higher floor. It was a corner office, the kind that looked out over the city, with glass windows rather than walls. She had a full cherry-wood desk set, complete with credenza and bookshelves. Sarah could see little placards and inspirational quotes engraved on chotchke. Sarah waited while Becky finished the phone call, holding her portfolio awkwardly in front of her like a high school student.
She hated the interview process. Still, as Benjamin pointed out, those bills weren’t going to be paying themselves.
And I don’t need him to pay them for me.
Becky impatiently motioned her to take a chair, which she did.
“John, I didn’t ask for the numbers for first quarter sales to be on my desk by Monday. I asked you to get them to me today.” Becky paused slightly. “That was this morning, John. You don’t need to whine at me, I know what the time difference is. Just do it, okay?” She sighed, obviously listening to whoever was on the other end of the phone. “Listen, would you rather deal with Stefan? I can patch him over the next time he calls to chew my ass out.” She waited again, then smiled smugly. “Great. I’ll look forward to seeing them tonight.”
She hung up the phone, then looked at Sarah, as if trying to reorient herself. “Right. Who are you, and why are you here?”
Before Sarah could answer, Becky snapped her fingers. “Oh, right. You must be…let’s see…Sarah.” She reached across the desk, shaking Sarah’s hand with a firmness that bordered on painful. “I’m Becky Weisel. I’m one of the Account Supervisors here at Salamanca Advertising.”
She leaned back against her leather seat, surveying Sarah. Sarah sat up straighter, trying to make the best impression possible. It was Let’s Make A Deal. She was doing everything except holding a sign that said “Hire me! Hire me!”
Sarah smiled at the thought. The friendly gesture seemed to give Becky pause.
“So…why do you want to work at Salamanca Advertising?”
Because I like paying my rent. “I’ve read it’s a great firm, really up-and-coming, with cutting-edge advertising and a lot of high-tech clients…” At least, that’s what the Web site had mentioned. Sarah had had only a few minutes to go over it prior to the interview.
Becky smiled. “Done your homework. Like that. And friendly. That always helps.”
“Thank you.”
“And polite.” Becky looked like she was buying a car. Sarah hoped she wasn’t going to kick her tires, as it were—or check her teeth, to mix metaphors. “All right. You’re better than most of the applicants I’ve seen, I’ve got to tell you that.” She glanced down at the copy of the résumé Sarah had faxed to her. She made a few inarticulate noises of acknowledgment. Sarah sat quietly. “Hmm. P.R…. and some education…kind of all over the place, aren’t you?”
Sarah felt her stomach drop a little. “I’m still narrowing my focus,” she explained. “I have a lot of interests…”
“How old are you?”
Sarah blinked. That was an illegal question—this woman ought to know that.
Becky’s smile turned crafty. “You don’t mind me asking that, do you?”
Sarah felt stunned, but found herself shaking her head slowly. “No, of course not,” she said, thinking about her bank account…the way the savings number slowly decreased. Rent was coming due soon. “I’m twenty-five.”
“That’s not so old,” Becky said dubiously, then laughed. “You’ve got plenty of time, I guess. And maybe advertising is just what you’ve been looking for.”
Sarah took a deep breath, feeling as if she’d somehow passed a test. “That’s what I’m hoping.”
“Great. How’s your Excel? PowerPoint? We do a lot of presentations here.”
Sarah nodded. Now she was on familiar ground. “I’ve got a lot of experience in all of the Microsoft Office Suite.”
“How do you feel about overtime?” Becky asked. “We work on big projects for important clients here, Sarah. I need somebody I can count on.”
Sarah felt her spine straighten, and she nodded her head proudly. “I am willing to work overtime if a project needs finishing. I want to do the best possible job I can.” She wondered if that last touch was a little too kiss-ass, then decided she didn’t care. Besides, a little overtime wouldn’t kill her. It wasn’t like she had a social life to speak of in this town.
Becky’s eyes flashed. Sarah had obviously jumped through the second hoop. What else… “We ask people to do things that are outside of their job description here. I’m going to need you to be versatile, and really think outside the box. Are you willing to do that?”
Sarah nodded. “Of course.” Outside the box. Good grief. Next thing, she’d be saying, We need someone who’s a people person and a team player who displays over-the-line accountability.
Becky leaned back, all but putting her hands behind her head as she smiled triumphantly. “I don’t usually do this, but I have a really good feeling about