The Silver Cloud

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.


The silver cloud

“So you vant to be an escort? Vhy?”
She motions her to sit on a chair in front of the desk opposite herself.

Anjali thought, “Vhy? Because I need the money and can’t seem to get a normal proper job!”

“Er because, I…Err think I would be good at it! I’m tired of the usual desk job and want to take more control of my life.” She thought that was good thinking on her part and quite fast too! “I deserve a pat on the back. In fact I would do just that if I could reach!”

So vhat makes you think you could be a good escort? Vhat do you have to offer?”

“I am intelligent and have great people skills” yeah she thought although perhaps not so much with Elliott who sacked her and she thought he had liked her and her work do much he was going to promote her! Look how that turned out!

“I can see you have never done this thing before. But I like you so I will give you this chance.”

“You must get another mobile phone, but credit phone not contract. You understand me?”

“Yes a pay as you oh phone you mean? But Vhy? I mean why? Why can’t I just use my regular phone?”

“Is not gudt idea. Is better you get other one. You new in dis job, I a long time doing in this job. I know much better than you. You listen to me if you vant become gudt escort, no?”

“Yes okay. Whatever you say.”

“Vhen you get new number you call dis number and tell me you new number. After dis you get call from old client. You have other clothes better. No wear dis jeans, t-shirt things.”

“Yes I have other clothes of course.
Ok can I go now or is there anything else I need to know?”

“I tell my best girl call you and help you. You must give 30% your fee to me for commission. Vhen you get own client only give to me 25% of you earn. Serena call and explain you everything. No worry, no problem. You go now!”

Anjali shifts uneasily in her chair and finds herself almost running out of the room.

The Silver Cloud

Anjali arrives at the address of the “Escort Agency”.  It is very grotty, an old neglected apartment which coincidentally is number “69”.  The door is slightly open and there is a sign which says “WELCOME” but someone has crossed the O and E out and put a U so it says WELCUM.  Anjali thinks this is hilarious yet at the same time still wondering what on earth possessed her to actually come all the way here!

“Well, I’m here now might as well bite the bullet. God I hope there’s no real bullets!” Anjali thinks to herself as she pushes open the battered door that’s is very shakily only just hanging on to its hinges!”
Its dark inside and just as she’s about to turn and run, a voice calls out, “Can I help you dear”. It’s not a scary voice.
Anjali follows the voice up the surprisingly normal steady stairs into the light.
The door is open. Anjali hesitates and knocks on the already open door. A blonde woman sits at a desk by a window. She is aged around 50-ish Anjali guesses. She is smoking a cigarette. The room is surprisingly ornately decorated. There are leather sofas and plush furnishings.
“How can I help you dear? Vhat can I do it for you?” Her voice is Russian but she seems kind of nice and not scary like she would have imagined.

The silver cloud

“Good morning sleepy head! You feeling any better?”

“I’m fine. Think I’m over the initial shock of it all! Have we got any chocolate?!”

“Yes. I made some lunch if you’re hungry though!”

“So what’s the plan for tonight? Are we going out or staying in? I vote let’s go out! After all it could be the last time for a while!”

“Ok. It might do you some good. Then tomorrow you can concentrate looking on line for a job!”

“Yeah, cool. Where’s that food I’m famished now!”

Anjali helps herself to the freshly cooked pasta and salad.

The Silver Cloud

Poor Anjali attended interview after interview. Each with a different way of saying the same thing, you’re not good enough!
“You just don’t look right”, “We will be in touch”, “It’s a man we are looking for”.

Anjali is at another job interview for a PA position

Within minutes of attending, the Assistant makes it clear that the position is for a younger assistant of the age of 25 that they are looking for.

Anjali turns around and walks away without even going in to the interview.

This is her 5th rejection in two days and this one she was rejected from before she even went into the interview! She even tried the shelf stacker job at the local Tesco which Sam had suggested as a joke. Even they rejected her saying they wanted a young school leaver as it was a part time position!

Oh well back to the drawing board!

At home she makes a cup of tea and puts on the computer again.
Searching for more jobs.

She sees an advert which says “Earn money fast – be a Glamorous Escort” The address is written below. She scribbles it down, but at the same time wondering, “what am I doing?!”
“Still how difficult can it be. Tried everything else. Nothing worked.”

The silver cloud

“That was a great night” Anjali remarks firing up her laptop.

She searches the online jobs ads.

She sets about systematically applying for various jobs. Some she has the skills for, others she reckons she can get by.

During her search she checks her emails and finds some replies already in her inbox.
“We have received your application, we will contact you should you be required to come in for an interview.” And “Thank you for your application. Unfortunately you do not fit our requirements” etc etc.

“Oh great, that doesn’t sound very hopeful! Might as well say better luck next time!”

“Well I’ve done all I can for now!
I’m off to bed. Long day tomorrow and I’m not looking forward facing the boss, Elliot one bit, I’m so mad at him.”

“Oh Anj, you know he was only doing his job!”

“Yeah, that’s easy for him since he wasn’t losing his!”

“True. Goodnight Anj”

“Goodnight, Sam!”