Jordan hated Sundays. It was just one unnecessary extension of the week. To her disfavor, there was a chapel down the street from her run down apartment and seeing people trooping there with their skirts and hats and monkey suits made her sick.
This Sunday was no better. Apart from the horrible noise the choir was making that they called singing, Jordan's rent was due and she has squandered all her money on drinks and parties.
Worse, she had lost her gamble game at the casino and was owing 10,000 USD. She has drank the whole Saturday and slept the remaining, only to wake up on her hated Sunday to catch up with her loss.
Standing, she pushed her way around her scattered room and wore her flip flops to the bathroom to pee. Her leg hit an empty alcohol bottle and she swore in anger.
Her bathroom was smelling. She hadn't washed it in weeks, and her landlord promised to cut off her water if he couldn't send her out.
And she hated cleaning. She had done that a lot in the past; what with her escape from a horrible foster home with her brother, she had done lots of jobs to fend for herself. Babysitting, cooking, cleaning, selling...so many. Now, she felt angry anytime she cleaned or did anything stressful.
Her cell rang. It was Bill.
"Yo. What's up? "
"Things have gone outta hand girl. The Casino managers are getting riled up here. They approached me with a gun!"
"What? How dare they?!" Jordan got mad.
"We need funds ASAP J. What are we gonna do?"
"Tell them we need more time. A month maybe."
There was disruption over the phone, then a voice came on.
"This is Fred. We can't give you a month bitch. Pay or your lover dies. "
Shit! "Listen Fred, just calm down. I'll get the money. It's me you have to deal with; let him go."
"I give you three days hoe. Three. Days." The connection cut.
Jordan threw the phone on her worn out couch. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Where am I supposed to get ten fucking grands!!"
She sighed. There was a knock on the door.
"Who the hell?!" She yelled.
"It's April." A tiny voice returned.
Jordan yanked the door open. "What?" She shot out at the teen daughter of her neighbor.
"I..uh. .wanted to give you this old newspaper you asked of.." she looked scared.
Jordan yanked it from her hands. "I don't need fucked up papers! I want money! "
April nodded in fear. Jordan slammed the door. She looked at the paper and an idea came to her. She could search for job vacancies ads. If she was going to get money, she had to work.
The paper was a week ago, but Jordan hoped the vacancies were still open.
She saw a nanny job. Nanny? She would surely scare the kids off with her looks. But she could try, couldn't she?
She took her phone and dailed the number. It was picked on the third ring.
"Salvatore house hold."
"Good morning. My name is Jordan Vegas and I'm calling for the job of nanny."
"Uh, yes, but we have found one. I'm sorry."
Jordan tried to hide the disappointment that welled up in her.
"Okay, sure. Thank you." She hung up.
She sighed, trying to contain the anger welling up in her. She looked at more perspectives and lost hope, when they let her down.
Her phone rang then. She checked the caller ID. It was a prison number. Her brother was serving his term for stealing - for her.
"Zyan?"
"Hey." He sounded sad, or weary or something.
"What's wrong? "
"I - miss you. "
Jordan fell silent. Tears welled up in her eyes. It hadn't been easy to let him go when he was caught. It's been three years and she visited him from time to time.
"Me too. "
There was noise over the phone. "Look, I have to go now. There's a long line of those that want to use the phone."
"I love you. So much. Don't ever forget that."
"Then bring me out of here. " She could hear his voice cracking, then the beep of a hung up call.
Jordan starred into space, tears blurring her vision. She could remember that day so vividly. He was only 19 and she 22 then.
"It's okay Jordan. I'll bring you something to eat."
"No Zyan. I'm fine." She shivered, the light cloth covering her not enough to beat the cold.
"But you're running a temperature! You need to eat before you take asprin." He stood up to leave. They were in front of a closed shop.
"Zyan leave it. We have no money."
He looked at her determined. "I will never let you go." Then he was gone.
In fifteen minutes, Zyan was back with three packs of burger with ham and egg.
"How did you get this? "
He helped her into a sitting position. "Just eat."
Minutes later, the siren of cops were heard and cop cars parked in front of them.
A man in cop uniform walked towards them.
"Mr Zyan Vegas? You're under arrest for shoplifting. " They brought out cuffs.
"What? " Jordan exclaimed looking at Zyan.
Zyan stood up looking sombre. "I couldn't let you die." He whispered to her.
Jordan looked speechless as they cuffed Zyan and led him away.
"Stop! " Jordan yelled. "He did it for me! You should take me! " she wobbled towards them for her legs hurt.
"I'm sorry ma'am. I advise you to get a good lawyer."
Lawyer cost money. She had none. Then they were gone. Jordan stood there, the siren fading.
Three years ago. She had met Bill at a bar and he had changed her life since then. She had been happy with him.
She sighed and wiped her tears. She hated crying. She was a strong bitch.
She picked the paper and scanned for more jobs. Her eyes caught one; Vicario Oil and Gas.
Vicario Oil & Gas.
A personal secatary to the CEO is urgently needed.
For inquiries call:********
Mr Craig Vicario
(CEO)
Jordan couldn't believe it. Was fate turning in her favour or what? This Craig is the same dumb ass she had seen on Friday at the Club. She remembered being rude to him and regretted it.
Then she remembered he had been scared of his name being tarnished. She could use that to blackmail him into giving her the job!
But was merely saying it a strong hold? She opened her phone and checked her gallery, praying she had taken a picture of him.
And there it was! Amie had taken a picture of them kissing. Jordan smirked. Things couldn't be better. It was at that shitty moment that the church choir started singing 'There shall be showers of blessings' If only they knew how blessed she felt.
Today was Sunday. Tomorrow, Craig Vicario would get a shock of his life - and a new secetary.
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M.Jay.
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