“That sounds like a great idea!” Maisie exclaimed. “Doesn’t it, Jack?”
“What are you gonna charge for this sample?”
“Jack…” Maisie warned.
“Nothing at all. This is a trial run, part of the hiring process.”
“Well, if it’s free, I suppose we can do that.” Jack removed his gaze from me, picked up the remote next to him, and started House Huntersup again.
I looked to Maisie. “I guess that means we’re done here.”
Jack snorted. Maisie sighed. “C’mon. You want a cup of coffee?” And Maisie led me out of the room.
As she closed the door behind us, the volume on the TV went up to ear-splitting.
Back in the kitchen, Maisie grabbed the carafe from the Mr. Coffee on the counter and began filling it from the tap. I took a step toward her.
“You don’t need to do that for me. I’ve already had three cups this morning. Any more and you’ll be scraping me off the ceiling.” I scratched my chin. “Besides, I should be heading out.”