The woman who walks into the office has
eyes like drowned stones glittering with fire. I make a sound and the
fire flicks out.
“I – I am sorry? If you came here
for help? We are closed? We are closed. Everyone has gone home.”
“I know. Jay told us he was going to
apply for a job. And he really doesn’t understand what a
collections agency does.”
“He thought we collected debts. And
freed people from them.” I whimper.
I had thought his smile was everything.
Then I got to witness his
disappointment.
He said our job wasn’t – he said it
wasn’t jaysome.
I don’t realize I said the last words
aloud. I don’t even realize I am crying until she lets go of me.
“I am sorry. Jay is –.” she
pauses. “Jay. He is like a force of nature that never knows it is
one.”
“Everyone quit. En masse I stayed
because the manager has to. Because someone has to explain this to –
to head office.” My voice cracks.
“Ah. Tell them it was an Act of Jay.
Someone will know what it means.”
“An act of – that was a god?”
Her smile is a strangeness. “Nothing
so small at that, I’m afraid. Even gods can’t be kind like Jay
can.”
“You know him. How – how do you
survive him?”
She blinks. “Pardon me?”
“He – that smile. That joy. The –.”
words fail me.
“Jay would be very disappointed to
know he hurt us. Or anyone at all, unless he really means it. If he
meant harm to you, you would know that since this business wouldn’t
be here anymore. You can leave. And should: a new job will show up
for you, because Jay.” And she turns, heading to the door.
“Wait. Where are you going?”
“To make sure Jay doesn’t do this
to every debt collection office.”
And she says that as casually as she
said the boy could destroy the business.
“I don’t understand.”
“I’d be worried if you did.
Consider it the most dangerous job interview you’ll ever conduct
and be content with that.”
The woman closes the door behind her. I
get my coat and head to the door. The phone rings. I imagine it is
head office. I stare at it. At all the empty desks. I walk outside.
It takes everything I have not to run, but I walk and leave a life
behind.
And hope, desperately, that I never
meet Jay again and once more see sadness in his eyes at how I make a
living in this world that contains so much less jaysome than he
believes it does.
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