Sam comes home later that evening to find clothes strewn all around the place with Anjali looking quite distraught sitting in the middle of it all.
“What’s going on? Oh, did you get an interview?”
“Not exactly! I err….shall we go in the kitchen and have some tea? ”
“Yeah ok, but I still want to know what’s going on if you haven’t got an interview!”
“I think I already kind had an interview and may have got the position!”
“What? That’s great? But what do you mean you think you had an interview? Either you did or didn’t have one?”
Anjali tips out the water from the kettle and rinses it. She fills it with fresh cold water and switches it on to boil. She prepares the teapot and mugs.
“Ok, but promise me you won’t freak out!”
“Why would I freak out? Oh my god what have you gone and done?”
“Sam, you’re freaking out!”
“Ok sorry. Just tell me! What exactly is happening?”
The kettle boils. Yes Anjali pours some water in the teapot, swirls the water around and empties it in the sink.
“You of waste a lot of time the way you make tea! I still don’t understand why you don’t do it the normal way and just put the tea bags in the cups!”
Anjali puts the tea bags in the teapot and pours the hot water over it.
“Because tea should be made properly! It tastes better this way!”
She pours some milk into the teapot and brings the teapot and mugs over to the kitchen table and sits down.
“So tell me, what’s going on? Why does your bedroom look like a bomb site? And what’s interview and job you don’t know if you got or even went for?”
“Ok. So there’s no simple way to say this.” She stirs the tea in the teapot and then pours the tea in the cups.
Sam gets some biscuits. “So I’m just gonna say it straight out!”
“I’m listening!” Sam sits back down after grabbing a plate for the biscuits.
“I saw an ad online and since even Tesco turned me down as a shelf stacker I just kind thought what the hell, this is my last resort!”
“Ok when I said you should take your cv to Tesco it was a joke. You are far too qualified to waste your skills there in a job like that!”
“Ok well I’m not sure I will need the same skills in the new job!”
“So what’s the job? What kind of job is it? What do you have to do? And where are you going to work? Is it an office job? Trace so far you’ve told me nothing!”
“I’m trying to tell you! Stop freaking out! So I went to the address on the ad, just to check it out. It was…an agency of sorts. The boss of the agency was an eccentric Russian woman around fifty-ish. But quite nice really!”
“So you’re going to work at an agency? That’s not a bad job? What kind of agency is it? Estate agent? Everyone hates estate agents, you might lose friends, but don’t worry, you’ll always have me!”
“No, it’s not an estate agents”
“A travel agency? Oh that would be great! Think of all those cheap holidays we could go on!”
“No it’s not a travel agency either!”
“A recruitment agency? What other type of agency is there?”
“Escort agency” Anjali almost whispered the words.
“What? What did you say? I couldn’t hear, but I thought you said escort agency?!” she took a gulp of her tea.
“Yes, escort agency!”
Sam struggled trying to swallow and not to almost spit out the tea nearly choking on it.