She hated it, more than she would ever admit to. But there was little to nothing she could do now that she was lying on the bed. Harris let it take her under. The sooner she got this out of her system, the sooner she could kick someone’s ass. Mother fuck, she hated being treated like this.
Chapter 9
Rodney didn’t care for the way this person presented themself. He was interviewing someone to take over the school nurse spot, and so far, he’d only found one person that fit the bill. But he didn’t like her. Didn’t care one bit for her. Rodney thought if they had to work together, they should at least be able to tolerate the other person. He wanted to stab her in the eye with a fork.
“Look, buddy. You need someone to come in and put bandages on the little tyke’s knees, and I’m the perfect person for that. I have a good education, a good constitution, as well as years and years of experience that come with doing a job for so long. Just sign off on the paperwork, and we’ll both be happy.” But he wasn’t. Not even a little bit. Rodney glanced at Rebel. He wished now he’d kept his mouth shut when he’d told her he wanted to do the interviews. “What is the hold up here anyway? You have some special way of looking into my life. I’ve already told you I don’t have any skeletons in my closet. I’m an open book.”
“My wife is going to conduct her part of the interview process.” The woman, Brenda Smyth— ‘With a y,’ she told them every time she said her name—actually rolled her eyes at him. “She’s going to finish up for me. I have a call to make.”
“Coward.” Winking at Rebel, he wasn’t a foot from her when he heard Mrs. Smyth talking. “Shut up, if you please. I’m conducting this interview, not you. Now, where is it you last worked? And don’t just tell me it’s no longer in business. I want a name and someone to contact.”
“This is going to take all day.” Rebel told her it would take as long as it took. “Oh, for the love of Pete. I’m here. I have a license to be here. Just give me the job, and we’ll both be happy. You’re wasting my time here, and I don’t care for it.”
“Well, la-de-da. I don’t care if it takes me three more hours. I’m going to hire someone that fits the bill. The only bill you’re fitting so far is annoying the shit out of me. Now, tell me the name of the last place you worked.” Smyth said she was leaving. “Don’t let the door hit you where the sun don’t shine on your way out. I think I said that right. Your grandda told me that one. Next?”
“I’m still sitting here. I’m not leaving until you understand that I’m going to get this job.”
With a snap of Rebel’s fingers, Mrs. Smyth simply disappeared. Rodney didn’t know where she was, but out of the room was just fine with him. Then he heard her pounding on the doors, telling them to let her back in. Rodney told the staff there today that they were to call the police if she got any more abusively verbal to them. It was a nice Saturday today, and Smyth should be enjoying it more than pounding on the door.
The next three people didn’t have any nursing skills at all. He had put in the ad that they would need a minimum of three years’ experience, but no one seemed to be reading that. They were turning more away because of that than they were getting any work done. When the next person sat down, she handed over her resume and smiled at them. He fed the information to Harris so she could do a check on the woman.
Got it. Also, I have house guests as of last night. Don’t say anything to anyone. He said he’d never do that. I know you won’t, but I’m pissy and aggravated that they got the drop on me. I would like for you to come and meet them just so I can get them to trust me. They don’t, in the event, you’re wondering. They’re only here because their aunt is someplace hurt, and I was a last option. I don’t want to be last in anything, just so you know.
She gave him the rundown that she found on the nurse in front of them. “I’d hire her as a nanny. But there is one blot on her record. How do you suppose she knew how to contact me?” Rodney was confused for a moment and told Harris that. “The Voice. Paige. How did she get my phone number? It’s not like I’m listed. The woman there, she has an ex-husband. I don’t know how their relationship is. Ask her.”
He did as he was told, still trying to figure out what Harris was going on about. It had been three days, and she was still asking them questions about the woman. After getting the information from Wanda, Rodney waited for Harris to get back to him.
This went on for another twenty minutes. Finally, he had enough and told Harris to shit or get off the pot. They were trying to run a business here. Even after he realized he’d pissed her off, Rodney didn’t care. She’d been beating this dog to death, and they needed to move on.
You’re right. I’m sorry. Don’t think I’m going to let you speak to me like this often, but you are right when I bitch about something when you need me.
