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“So, when can you start?”
I stared at the blonde woman in front of me in disbelief. I thought the interview was going well but not that well.
“Whenever you need me,” I said with a smile.
When I saw the posting for the sales manager position with the Philadelphia Bulldogs, I applied on a whim. I never thought they would call me back or offer it to me on the spot. I needed to get out of St. Catharines and would have taken any job. Literally any job if it meant working for an NHL team. Even if it meant leaving Canada.
Quinn smiled at me. “I’m gonna be honest: I need the position filled ASAP. Can you start tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?” I choked out.
“Do you need to give notice to your current employer?”
I shook my head.
After my messy break-up, I had been so gutted that I ended up quitting my job. Not the best plan when your ex-girlfriend kicked you out after you caught her cheating on you. Jobless and technically homeless, I had nothing holding me back from moving to a different country.
Quinn flipped through the paperwork on her desk. “Shit, you’re Canadian, right?”
“Oh, I don’t have to wait for a visa. I have dual citizenship.”
“Oh, perfect, because I’d rather not wait. We’re not in the playoffs again this year, but there’s a lot of prep work for next season.”
I stared at the Bulldogs’ calendar on the wall behind Quinn, and dread spread through me. This month’s photo depicted right-winger Tristan “TJ” Desjardins lobbing the puck into the back of the net. Kinda weird to be staring into the face of your twin brother during a job interview. Although, it might have explained why I applied for the job to begin with.
“There’s something I should tell you first,” I admitted, and I pointed to the calendar behind her. “That’s my brother.”
She stared at the photo of my brother on her wall and then looked at me curiously for a second. “Huh. Now that you mention it, I can see the resemblance.”
“We’re twins. Is that gonna be a conflict of interest?”
She tipped back her head and laughed.
I raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“Sorry. The GM’s my husband, so it’s funny you asked that. As long as we keep things professional, I don’t foresee it being an issue.”
A lot of NHL teams had fraternization policies, so it was interesting that the Bulldogs didn’t have one. The OHL team I worked for back home in Canada had a strict policy. Not that it ever mattered to me. I hadn’t been single. Or into douchey hockey players who reminded me too much of my brother.
“Can you start tomorrow?” she asked again.
“Absolutely.”
“Perfect!”
She went over the information I needed for tomorrow and then walked me out of the office. She shook my hand in the hall. “I can’t wait for you to get started.”
“You don’t even have to wait a full twenty-four hours,” I said with a grin.
She waved goodbye to me, and then I walked outside. Once there, I finally took a breath.
Holy shit. I got a job with an actual NHL team!
Author Bio:
Danica Flynn is a marketer by day, and a writer by nights and weekends. AKA she doesn’t sleep! She is a rabid hockey fan of both The Philadelphia Flyers and the Metropolitan Riveters. When not writing, she can be found hanging with her partner, playing video games, and reading a ton of books.
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