“Oh the salary, I forgot the most important thing.” She shook her head and took another drink. “It’s sixty five, and you can use the car for personal use.”

The car I was still trying to wrap my head around but now she tossed out sixty five like that made sense. Sixty five what? Sixty five an hour was impossible but sixty five a day I couldn’t make it on, even with the car perk. “Uh, I’m not sure if I understand the sixty five-“

“It’s just starting,” she cut me off. “Every six months, there is a chance for a raise. There are also bonuses when I need you to travel with me. Raises aren’t huge, and it’s accoriding to performance and shit. Barney can explain it better.”

That cleared nothing up. If she would let me get out a complete sentence, I might get some clarification, but I wasn’t sure I would understand this job if I had an entire day to discuss it with her. She was all over the place and didn’t stop talking for more than a minute.

“What I’m asking is... are you saying it’s sixty-five dollars a day? Is that what I’m understanding?”

She paused with her drink in her hand then burst out laughing. A loud deep belly laugh. I was starting to get annoyed with this entire situation. She was nice and definitely entertaining but I couldn’t accept a job I didn’t even understand. I had no clue what it was she wanted me to do or how many hours a day or week. If asking for her to clarify the salary was going to make her laugh at me like this then the other stuff would have her doubled over unable to catch a breath.

I waited and tried very hard not to let my annoyance show in my expression. This was Duely’s friend, regardless of her behavior, and he’d gotten me this interview. I owed him to be appreciative and not rude.

Finally, Lala wiped the tears from her face and beamed at me. “You’re going to be perfect,” she stated. I hated to tell her I wasn’t going to be anything. If I couldn’t keep up with her during a simple interview, I’d be lost trying to work for her.

“Sixty-five thousand a year, honey,” she said, still grinning.

Sixty-five thousand dollars. I stared at her waiting for her to burst out laughing again at her own joke. When she just drank and waited on me to say something, I began suspecting she may be serious. She was going to pay me sixty-five thousand dollars a year? How was this woman successful? She was mad.