Let My Hands Do the Talking (Completed)

Let My Hands Do the Talking

Chapter 1

Never before did Liana Michaels dream that at 25 she'd be an unemployed woman walking the streets looking for a job.

She graduated college years ago with honors, found a job and even got herself an apartment. Everything seemed to be going good until her job began to lay off workers. She happened to be one of the many lucky people picked.

That was two whole years ago. She really loves her small hometown and didn't and still doesn't want to move away.

She continued living here while trying to find a new job. The biggest problem is that there's not a lot of places offering a job as a manager around or anything that's in her field of interest.

She finally lost her apartment last year. The money that she had in her savings account ran out and the money from the unemployment checks that she gets wasn't enough to cover all the bills.

She moved in with her mother who's a bitter drunk and her step-dad who has anger problems. Half her check went to them and the other half to her car bill.

Of course they'd be the type of parents that doesn't allow there responsible child to save her money so that she can get on her feet. When every thing finally goes right for her they can suck egg salad for the rest of their lives for all she cares as long as she never has to see them again.

She has had enough of their crap. She's been living out of her car for the past month. Surprisingly she's way more comfortable and at peace there.

She has an interview with some new big hot swimming place in town. Thank goodness. Some thing is better than nothing and right now she needs all she can get.

It's not a job that she really wants to work at but it's full time and the pay is great. At this rate she can have a place to stay in maybe three months.

She pulled up in her black car to Own It.

The place is humongous, ten times bigger than what she'd originally thought it was going to be from the picture she'd seen on the computer at the library last week.

This is supposed to be some big new center where up and coming swim stars are supposed to be training. There's free time for the public sometimes, or some thing like that. She doesn't really remember. She didn't want to read to much on a job she might not get.

She walked into the center. The inside is really beautiful and still has that fresh paint smell.

The lobby was painted blue and white with a large desk to the right side. There was no one seated there.

She continued her trek further into the building. The hall was decorated with sea creatures layering the walls.

There was a cleanup crew sweeping threw.

Her flip flops sounded loud against the squeaky clean floor.

She had on a pair of jean shorts and a tank top. The late spring weather makes her car really hot so she's been dressing lightly lately. She only uses her car's air conditioner for thirty minutes a day, and that time usually comes when she's trying to get comfortable for a nap.

There's lots of people roaming around cleaning up. This place has been open for two weeks as of now. By the looks of it, they look like their preparing for another grand opening.

A tall man with glasses wearing a suit approached her. "Sorry but we're closed today."

"Actually I'm here for an interview."

"Ah you must be Ms. Michaels," he shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Jeremy and you're hired."

"Wait you're not going to ask me any questions."