The whole room tilted at a steep angle. I’d noticed the corner of the double-wide was crushed like a beer can. I guess the office was a salvage job, one that’d fallen off a flatbed.
I stared across the slanting desk at last year’s calendar tacked to the warped paneling.
“Eleven bucks an hour for forty a week, or eleven cents a mile,” he said. “Your call.”
“And all I have to do is follow the truck?”
“It’s called a follow car. What do you think that means?”
“Which do you recommend?” I asked, knowing I’d take the other option.
Unless, of course, the boss is double-bluffing him
Sounds like the start of a not so happy relationship. I liked the description of the office.
I’m not sure they’re going to enjoy their working relationship.
Dear Josh,
It doesn’t sound like the ideal job. Tight dialogue tells the story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I guess he’s got to take any work he can get to be in this position. Neat story.
Great tension in this story. And a wise choice.
A little snappy there. Nice tense story well done.
It was good to read your twist on this weeks prompt.
Great dialogue. And I love the way you demonstrate the incompetence of the company by having the office in a salvaged building.
I think his best option is to go look for another job.