“Forget the interview,” Jim said.
“What?”
Jim took a deep breath. “Dirk Jonson called me. I got the account!”
My stomach flip-flopped.
“It’s big, Kate. The account is big,” Jim said, a smile crossing his face. “In fact, it’s huge! We’re set for at least a year. Look at this.” He pulled the contract out of his briefcase.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. “What does that mean?” I said, indicating the six-figure number on the page.
“That’s the amount I’m going to get paid. Me. Not the firm that fired me. But me.”
I nearly choked. “You’re going to get paid this amount? For what?”
“For doing what I always do. Creating an ad campaign. I’ve already come up with a lot of it. Check out my proposal.”
Jim flipped through the pages of the contract, until he got to some pictures.
“Oh, my God. My husband’s a genius!”
Jim laughed. “The genius part was getting fired from my old firm.”
“Getting fired turns out to be a good thing?”
“I’ll make four times as much as an independent contractor.”
“Does this mean I don’t have to go to the office on Monday?”
Jim smiled. “That’s right, honey,” he said, stroking my hair. “That’s exactly what it means.”
To-Do List:
1. Quit Job.
