“Okay. I appreciate it. Please do keep me in mind.”

“You got it, hon. Have a great weekend.”

Andrea ended the call and stared out the window in frustration. She’d thought she had a good shot at that role. She needed to blow off some steam. See if she could round up anyone to go have a drink with her. It was time for happy hour, even if she wasn’t feeling particularly happy.

None of her friends were around, but she knew her sister Hallie would be just getting out of work.

“Meet me at The Club Car for a cocktail? It’s been a crappy week and I could use a good, stiff margarita.”

Hallie laughed. “I’m sorry you’ve had a rough week. It’s been crazy here too. I’m definitely up for happy hour. I should be able to meet you there by six.”

“Great, I’m going to head over now and get a seat at the bar. I’ll try to save one for you, if I can.”

Andrea changed into her favorite rose pink sweater and her jeans that were faded and distressed and fit her like a glove. She was down about five pounds due to stress, but as she twirled in the mirror, she saw that had its advantages. She was looking cute and for the first time all week, felt the beginning of a good mood. She hadn’t gone to The Club Car in ages. It would be fun to relax with her sister and share an appetizer and a drink or two.

The bar was busy when she arrived as she knew it would be, but she lucked into an empty seat as two people were leaving as she walked up to the bar. She sat and put her purse on the other chair. She wouldn’t be able to hold it for long, but she could try. The bartender came right over, and she ordered her margarita.

“I’d like it on the rocks please, with salt and a splash of Grand Marnier.”

“That sounds good. Maybe I’ll get the same. Is anyone sitting here?”

Andrea turned at the familiar voice. It was Marco, one of the many Brazilians that worked at the hotel. Marco had worked there for five years now and had his green card. He was a year or two younger than Andrea and also worked in concierge services. So, she would be his new boss. She wondered if he knew.

“You are.” She lifted her purse and hung it on the back of her chair. “Hallie’s on her way.”

Marco settled into the chair and grinned. “Okay, then I’ll keep it warm for her.”

When the bartender delivered Andrea’s drink, Marco ordered one of the same.

“How’s everything at the hotel?” she asked.