13 || An Interview

*A day Later*

"Thank you so much, sir. I appreciate your help." Ophelia said to the man with a smile.

"You are welcome, the papers will be sent to you." The man said and left.

Ophelia stood in front of the high building as she looked at him as he drove away.

He had helped with getting an apartment. Kelly would not stop complaining about the efficiency of the hotel they lodged in.

Her phone vibrated against her pocket. She forced it out and saw the caller's ID. It was her mother.

"Hi, mom." She said as she picked it.

"Hey, Ophelia. How is it going?" Did she ask?

"Fine, mom. Just got an apartment." She said as she signaled to a cab. She climbed into it and signaled to the driver to move.

"Okay then. How is the job interview going?" She asked again.

"Will be going tomorrow and may get it." She said with a hopeful gesture.

"Okay, best of luck. I am already in my diner." She said.

"Okay. Talk to you later." She said and disconnected the call.

Then again, her phone rang.

"Hi, babe." Kelly