“Then what?” I demand, putting my hands on my hips.
Taking a deep breath, she takes my hands, holding them tight. “Don’t be mad at me.”
“Tell me what you did, Camarra.”
“Oh, full name, huh?”
“Cammy,” I growl.
“Okay! I didn’t do anything, really. It’s actually a good thing, and it’ll be good for us, but now that I think about it, I’m worried you’ll think I’m stepping on your toes.”
“Huh?”
“Harmon offered me a job…”
My eyes widen and my jaw drops. Cammy shoves me. “Notthatkind of job! A job at his office.”
“Whoa, hold on. He didwhat?When?”
“The other day, when he dropped me off at work. He looked like he wasn’t about to let me out of the car. He was concerned about the area and said it wasn’t safe.”
“It’s not.”
“Yeah, I know, but I dealt with it because we needed the money and it’s not like I can flaunt my PhD around.”
“Okay, so, wait… you have a job there too?” I ask carefully.
She bites her bottom lip and nods. “He also said I could start on Monday.”
“Holy shit!” I shout, lifting her up and spinning her around. “This is fucking awesome!”
“What are we celebrating?!” Chrissy asks excitedly. “I hope it’s me.”
I pull her into our hug. We all jump up and down, acting like fools. We whoop and cheer and shout and celebrate.
“Tell me! I want to know!” Chrissy shouts, still jumping with us.
“I told him about the job,” Cammy says.
“She knew?” I blurt out.
We’re still jumping
“Of course. We’re sisters,” Chrissy says, leaving out theduhI know she’s thinking. “So, you’re both like real adults now? With real jobs?”
“The laundromat was a real job,” Cammy says, keeping her feet firmly on the ground.
I hide my laugh behind my hand.
“Yeah, but, like… this is arealjob,” Chrissy says.
“She’s not wrong,” I say, which gets me a dirty look from Cammy. “Wait, so what are you doing? Did he make up a position for you too?”
“He made up a position for you?” she asks loudly. Then she holds up her hand. “Never mind. Of course he did. And no, he didn’tmake it up. Apparently, the person who had my position quit about a month ago, and they haven’t posted it yet.”
“So, what is it?” I growl, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her. “Tell me!”
She laughs, swatting my hands away. Clearing her throat, she holds her head up high and says, “You’re looking at the new Visual Merchandising Assistant.”