Cold Feet novel Chapter 22

VIOLA

I can’t believe my luck. I had thought I wasn’t going to hear from Clark soon, if ever again but he calls me a few days after I spoke with him the first time. He sounds unbelievably cheerful.

“Viola,” he finishes my name in a sing song tone. “I have something I think you’re going to love.”

I get excited just by the tone in his voice. “What is it?” I ask excitedly.

“Well, there is a wedding planner who asked me to find her an assistant before we spoke. I gave her a call and told her about you. She recalls you well and is eager to give you a chance to get back in the game.”

“Okay. So I would be her assistant?”

“Actually no. I spoke to her about you for that job but it turns out she’s got a whole new idea that she wants to launch and she wants to ask you if you’d be interested to head up this project.”

“What is the project?”

“She didn’t say but she wants to discuss it with you directly. She says she thinks you’ll love it. It needs entrepreneurialism, creativity, a self starter, and she thinks you have all those qualities. She also said the pay is good.”

“Okay, I’m interested,” I say. “I know Lara. She’s a nice person and I think we could work well together.”

“Great!” Clark says. “So shall I get her to call you?”

“That would be good but I work shifts. It would be better if you give me her number or you give her mine. Then we can message and arrange a time to talk. I don’t want to miss her call. It will be really unprofessional and this sounds like a good opportunity.”

“Okay,” Clark says happily. “I’ll arrange everything.”

“Thanks Clark.”

When I put the phone down, I can’t stop jumping and screaming for joy. There is a God! I can’t believe my luck. It’s sounds like it’s a perfect opportunity and I hope it’s going to be just what I want.

I sing in the shower, and there’s a bounce in my step that I haven’t had in a long time. I feel like I’m on top of the world and there is nothing that can ruin my day.

During my shift I keep checking my phone for a message from Clark but it doesn’t come. These things take time, I tell myself although my excitement begins to wane.

My shift finishes and when I get home, I’ve given up hope on getting a message. It’s late and there’s no chance that I’m going to get a message at this hour. I take a shower and get into bed. I fall asleep full of hope for tomorrow.

Tomorrow doesn’t disappoint. I’m eating breakfast when my phone rings. It’s from an unknown number and normally I don’t answer calls from unknown numbers but this morning I let it go and grab my phone. I know I don’t have Lara’s number and it could be her.

“Hello?” I say immediately after I press the answer icon.

It is Lara and I have to refrain from letting out a scream of joy.

“Good morning Viola. This is Lara.”

My face lights up and splits apart with the hugest smile. I struggle to close my mouth so I can speak properly when I need to.

We make small talk before Lara gets down to business.

“Did Clark tell you what I have in mind?”